Month: Sep 2023
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6 September: Submitted for VV’s Last Issue
Transitions Sleep. Sleep your deep wintery sleep,and when you wake, you’ll be a bright little star. Children will think you can grant their wishes.Twinkle twinkle little star, they’ll sing. Or maybe you’ll return as some tiny pink godfrom whom new civilisations will descend. Are you here, or are you gone – have youfledged with time,…
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5 September: dVerse Quadrille #183
Under My Skin You are under my skin,when you sleep, when you breathe,when I press my lips against your skin You smell of snow, and sliced gingerbread,slivers of moonlight, and waves of grass you are strawberriesand earthshine greenand my years in paradise. Written for Kim’s dVerse Quadrille #183 “Sliver”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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4 September: The Goatherd #7
In Couplets It was more like a chairthan a stone that yields itself, and he sits, fatigue pursuing himinto the shade of argan trees, while his goats sleep close as leaves that cling to a branch. And he watches the womanstrike her stick on the ground, goats turning left, turning right,and then the man realises…
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3 September: Ragtag Daily Prompt – Skull
for Ragtag Daily Prompt: Skull image created using AI Midjourney. ©Misky 2023.
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3 September: for RDP and SOCS (trigger warning)
Choices I.A man walks into a forest. Climbs an oak tree, ties a rope around a branch, then around his neck. And jumps. He chooses not to think about who finds him. II.A vicar lights a candle. Chooses a prayer for a boy he once gave first communion. He tells a mother her son cannot…
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3 September: For Tom’s Pioneer Poem Form
Reading Stars she is reading starswee pin quick wishes,or song birds singingfor sun and shadow.each star of night willreach the moon and seawee pin quick wishesshe is reading stars Tom’s Pioneer poem form axxxx, axxxx, bxxxx, bxxxx, cxxxx, cxxxx, axxxx, axxxx and max 5 syllables per line. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified…
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2 September: A Haibun for Unicorn Challenge
And Here’s the Rub … Somewhere between the bridge over Rudder Creek, which Dad pronounced as crick, and the freshly pressed apple juice stand with that hard-to-miss red plastic apple on the roof, Mum starts telling Dad about the carny man who came visiting yesterday – he wanted to sharpen her knives, Mum said, and…
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1 September: A Return to Where
A Return To Where I’ve seen the mystery of lifeleave me in drips and drabs. I’ve seen ancient redwoods dropits needles like komorebi light. I’ve shed my body heat for cirrusclouds. I’ve wished on stars, and watched a harvest moonbleed its way across the sky. I am innumerable atoms,I am decomposing chemistry, and it doesn’t…
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August: Last Photo on the Card
This post is in response to Brian’s monthly challenge Last Photo on the Card. Brian (aka Bushboy) asks for the Last Photos on your phone/camera/SD card. I changed it up a bit and included Here is the last shot taken using my iPhone 14Pro Max. Shared on Twitter with @bushboywhotweet
It's Still Life 