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9 December: Found Poetry
Together We eat together. Talk and live. The joy of simple company remains. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation of Found Poetry…
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8 December: 08 Völuspá
Ragnarök Begins: The Twilight of Gods The seeress’s spell filled Hall of Hunnishwhere billowing smoke cut thick the air, andall did stare, Vala pointing to where he stood. “Loathed of all, who is this man,” she said,“that led me on this course. Snow bedeckedand rain beaten. Long have I been dead,only to then be sheltered…
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8 December: Observations
Random Observations at the Brea Café There’s an air of atheism about a plastic flower,no matter where it is. It just seems wrong. I’m in a café that smells of stale chicken soup, and the waitress, whose name is Beryl accordingto her name tag, is astonishingly slow, butI’m not the sort to complain, except within…
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8 December: Found Poetry
Into Depths It was Into peace,Not angered, or offended.But into most perfect depths. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation of…
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7 December: 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 holiday snaps and found a few to share. ©Misky 2023 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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7 December: Fiction, Maybe, Maybe Not
A Walk With Wolves Yesterday was a walk with my father’s memory. His wisdom still resonates in my bones. As always he keeps to my left side, to speak to my heart, he says. We walk with two wolves, a White and a Grey who step from the depths of salt marsh reeds – they…
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7 December: Found Poetry
Song The mindneeds to be held in the heart. Just as a nightingale singswithout seeing anyone. It is selfless. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005.…
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6 December: Somewhere There’s Always Chocolate
Somewhere near the equator, my youngest son is explaining to his daughter of nearly 6 years why she can’t have chocolate for breakfast, in much the same way that I explained to him when he was 6, why he couldn’t eat chocolate for breakfast, and much like my mum explained to me that eating chocolate…
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5 December: dVerse Prosery
I Was Where I Am I was standing at the kitchen sink, the cold tap turned on just enough to slide the egg and bacon fat off the plates. Standing there, staring down the street toward the old oak tree that nearly burnt when the pub had that kitchen fire a few years ago. Thinking…
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5 December: Found Poetry
Own We have nothing our ownbut wisdom and care. Everything is naught. These delicate matters are images of Own. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005.…
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