Month: Mar 2025
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9 March: Journal of Thoughts
Spring Spring Spring The daffodils are blooming. Spring. I had to repeat it several times. Spring. Just to believe it. Mum had set the old family bible on the table—my line-of-sight at that small age, “Our family line all die in the winter,” and she buried the point deep into me with her finger pressing…
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07.03 Ex Nigro et Albo Hiemis
Ex Nigro et Albo Hiemis It’s from the east facing window that I watch spring, although this morning’s winter fog obscures the view from anything beyond the windowsill, but no matter—I’m unmoored from gloom by an amber warning to winter that blooms bright as a lantern. Yes, the crocuses are blooming; yes, the birdbath has…
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6 March: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. I am thankful for 5 days of sub-zero temperatures (Celsius) and crystal-clear sunny skies. 2. Shrove Tuesday, also known in the UK as Pancake Day. Blueberry pancakes, bacon, and maple syrup. Unfortunately, a headache and my tummy couldn’t stomach the idea, so Shrove Tuesday was moved to Wednesday, and Wednesday…
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06.03: A Thursday Door
Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few to share. ©Misky 2022-2025 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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4.03: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
The Weavers c. 13 I ween myselffrom death. From its fair and fame,From its winking of an eye. Vid eld skal öl drekka. Haply, I am its fooland most faithless friend. Thou ask of runes—but silence is surely better when deadby the fire, we, drinking beer. Vid eld skal öl drekka. This is the continuation…
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3.3: A Six – Going with the Flow
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 9 Part 2 Going with the Flow “Let me see,” and Nick turns his sketchpad toward me, and I nod, “It’s a gift—to capture a river’s soul, to let its voice be seen, to turn light into liquid,” and I moisten…
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3.3: A Six – The Vanishing Act
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 9 Part 1 The Vanishing Act I decide to pocket the book into its own shadow, hidden until I know what to do with it. Closing my eyes, the words wound around my fingers—and I traced them along the edge of…
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1 March: Journal of Thoughts
Flowing in a Stream of Consciousness When I wasn’t old enough to know better, I gave my favourite doll a haircut—she had a string in the back of her neck that you pulled, and then she’d say stuff—and being quite pleased with her haircut, I showed her to my mum, declaring that when I grow…
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