Category: GoDogGoCafe
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GoDogGo March Titles #14
And This Storm Is Called Franklin The trees bend,stoop, snap, andthe power’s gone.Candles burnsoft and stiff, wavering side to side,light flickerson yellow wallpaper,against the window,across the walls as wind wandersthe houselike a whisperingwarmth, seeking outits own joy. In the UK, we give destructive storms names. The one that hit us a few days ago was…
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23.2.22: Haibun Wednesday
The trouble with Salt And then the sea dawns. Its salt dissolves into salt, into itself. It’s a new day of slow dehydration. A life-long osmosis into dust and dryness. Dry words, dry humour, dried up and wrinkled … wrinkles on thin skinned; wrinkles in plans; wrinkles in love … And the sea’s tongue grates…
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11.02.22 GoDogGo Cafe Book Titles
This Thing Between Us Her hands are softand her fingers sticky. A pear for dessert.The sweetness lingers. The sight of her smile,like a tattoo, never leaves you. And the smells of smokeis body heat, I think. And every night she walks her cat.Alone. Alone with that cat. She says the sun is too hot,and the…
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10.02.22 Mother of Dragons
No Gods, No Monsters, Just The Mother of Dragons Is that you, Daenerys Targaryen, in a flame-red frock, and riding the air like a dragon? Is that you burning down the place? What I know of her comes from catching that final episode of Game of Thrones. For eight years, I watched something else. Or…
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GoDogGo Café: Names of Light
I Still Know That House When I was a kid … and oh how I do shirk from that phrase. My mother used it whenever she set herself on a pedestal, but anyway when I was a kid I lived in a house at the end of a close, which is like a cul-de-sac, or…
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GoDogGo Cafe Haibun Wednesday
Her Eggs Mum had a Victorian demeanour, posture as if stitched into a corset. Very few emotions she’d let slip, except boredom tightening her face. I remember her studying the back porch steps. She’d painted them shiny parrot green, the July sun scorched her neck, and bubbled the paint like the crispy edges of a…
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30.1.22 for GoDogGoCafe
PATHS Taking new stepson these same old stairs,time-heavied footfall wearsthem to a buffed-up bare. Take hold the balustrade,it’s made from an oak branch,lightning hit it quite by chance.So steady on. Steady on, because we’re all just dust.Just a January wheeze,taking steps that were,shall be, and must. Written for Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Challenge . Start with…
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26.1.22: A Wednesday Haibun
“We’re doubtless as old as our mothers, thousands of generations waiting for the sunlight.”– Sunlight, Jim Harrison I’m as old as my mother, when she was my age. She was long-lived, into her 90s. Her mother was long-lived, too. Her grandmother lived longer than them both. Mum’s mother was married to a dentist. Her grandmother…
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23.1.22 Go Dog Go Cafe Haibun
It’s a sort of mid-January middling-damp. It’s drizzly. Dwet. Grey. Dwippy. Like cornflake-sog in a puddle of tepid milk. It’s January when people feel entitled to leave the dwishes and coffee cups on the twable for some other dweeb on a dwet day to clear away. And I’ve been thinking about that word ‘grumpy’ –…
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21.1.22 GoDogGo Cafe Version 2
Where We Can Begin Again Return. New light of daywhen night slips offlike the skin of a soul, it keeps shadows from creeping up behind us,like black cats on our path. We’ll rise with the sun,bleat arrows into heaven’sblankness between stars, and whisper simple sighsand hum our satisfaction.We dream of ocean waves that break in…
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