Month: Jul 2022
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15 July: Centerparcs Longleat 31°C
15 July: Centerparcs Longleat 31°C He threw his soft toy penguinin the swimming pool. swim, he shouts.his penguin sinks. it takes three days to dry a penguin. She whispers. every word.and tilts her headand smiles. one must choose to listen. They are crying. they don’t want to go home. why are we all sick and…
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12 July: Centerparcs Longleat 32°C
12 July: The July Diaries (Centerparcs Longleat 32°C) He loves sticks!sticks!he fills his strollerwith sticks. what’s that?what’s a pinecone?is it an ice cream cone?why not. says he’s too hot today –has taken all his clothes off,and now we can’t find them. he agrees to wear his Spider-Man undies. She says Yes Yes Yes I know…to…
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11 July: July Diaries
11 July (mostly inside today) He is afraid of the big bird in the garden,it wants to eat him, he says. and says it’s too hot outside buthe’ll have toast anyway. cereal. no milk. no spoon. and he’s washing is hands inhis drinking glass. More water, he says. She likes Danish cheese, and her legsare…
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9 July: Little Hampton Beach
9 July ( A Day at Little Hampton Beach) He says why are they red,those aren’t grapes – grapes are green. and he doesn’t want a red applebecause Snow White keeps eating them,and then she is dead again. his sister eats all of his grapes. She is dressed for the beach. Misha and the bearare…
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8 July: The July Diaries
7 July: The Natural History Museum He says, it’s all bones, bones,but where are the dinosaurs and he doesn’t need the toiletbecause he’ll sit on his bum so poo won’t come out and he likes trains that rattle and then asks, what’s a gap. She can name most every dinosaurin the museum and says her…
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7 July: Petite Pen
Hello and she looks into some hollow space, through and beyond me, where she deposits her thoughts, so I say, Bonjour . . . and then a tap on my shoulder. The art instructor says, No talking to the model – back to your seat. Written for K’s Petite Pen. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting…
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4 July: for VV June Image
Mysterious Green It was called Earth. Terra firma,the mysterious greenhouse.Nothing fancy, it was what it was. That’s how books described it.The green years. Once upon a time in hallowed dress,earth was all in green leaves,and lily fresh, and we spoke wearyin the languages of history. All those uppity languages, thosethick tongued wishy words, anddrafty voices…
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4 July: The July Diaries
He is fascinated by bird poo.pigeon, magpie, and sheep “poopoo”,and wants to poke it with a stick. and that big long one on the pavement isdefinitely dinosaur poop. and then there’s sticks.big sticks are better than cookies. and he wants to know whyhe can’t eat a spider. She says, why won’t the oyster give up…
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2 July: The July Diaries
1 July: Family is visiting. First time we’ve seen the grandchildren (except for video calls) in 3-years. Forgive me if I don’t read and reply to friends’ posts. Things are rather busy around here. He wants broccoli and cauliflower.And anythingred, he says.Not tomatoes.We shall buy strawberries.And maybe a little red car. She who arrives fullof…
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1 July: For GoDogGo Cafe
The girls and boys on the corner are all heat. Standing close as grains of salt. Blame it on the weather. And all this rain. Summer just new, and already on the simmer. Keeps climbing like ivy, and when the rain stops, it just continues on dripping like a tap. Those boys’ hands. Those girls’…
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