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22 July: A Six – Part 19: Memento Mori
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 19 – Memento Mori And he springs off the bed and shouts in a voice lean and tense as wire, “… Conneries conneries conneries.” Memento Mori I wake my laptop, take another sip of lavender tea, and study the leafy debris…
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21 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It Mum let me pick out the material – deepest blue denim. That dress cost as much as a week’s groceries; she reminded me of that every time I wore it. This child who had always run wild against the wind now wanted to be…
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20 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It Sometimes I Forget She’s Gone For a time she was the best in meFor a time I half believed in rights and wrongsFor a time I believed in poetic sympathythat poetry was my friend For a while we were a summer meadowFor a while…
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19 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
The I In It The Daily Annoyances of Being a Pretzel My shoes are on a floor mat and I’m wearing one of those crinkly sounding procedure gowns that feels like paper … sitting, waiting for the doctor, and I spin off a few minutes looking through the window at dense summer green and misty…
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16 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It Tell Me About Lavender and I told her it’s the colourof a pigeon’s feather,a haze over sleepy eyes,of pensive rain, a moth on a blossom,of songs to a rising moon,a star’s early light,what Burton saw in Taylor’s eyes, a fragrant tune,a sound of wordlessness,amber…
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15 July: A Six – Part 18 : Bedlam
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 18 – Bedlam Last week: “He’s gone, Brigid,” says the Gatekeeper, “Your Connor is gone.” This is *Bedlam Hospital, where once a week I come to visit Pierre … “…it’s three years and five months, says the psychiatrist, as if she…
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14 July: RDP Petrichor
The Rise of Petrichor It’s what shimmers wet light, undertonesof black that flowsthrough my veins. What’s visibly blind. It’s the scent of a single wavethat rolls ashore, or when Istand in peace in the dark. It’s a rising fresh, clean, or deep on deep that makesmy heart leap, and save butfor the cold knuckle of…
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12 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It She’s a Seven Nation Army How much of that dayshould I hope to remember …. the warm dust rising behind the carmy mother’s outthrust chinmy mother’s instructional glance her suntanned skinher leaf-brown hair another dress from the same pattern…. but different fabric…. she’s yellow…
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11 July: A Thursday Door
There are three doors in this photo, the main one that you see at the fore, and 2 others reflected. 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…
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11 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It The 11:31 Train to London She laughsand sendssunlight into every passenger’s heart on this train heading for London Bridge, its whistleblowinglike a gale at every crossing,and there’s rain again, thatching, etchingwindows,and she laughs once more, it warmsthe fabric of wintery summer mornings, she wears…
