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21 August: Spontaneity
The sun has found me, its warmth strikes my face. I half expect God to say, “Lift up your face,” but all I hear is bird song. And it’s enough. This is my daily walk. Footpaths. Encroaching brambles. Shoe laces that won’t stay tied; it’s a gradual undoing. I’m undone by a newfound appreciation for…
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20 August: The Goatherd 3
3. When He Was Just a Boy (Draft) He came hereto escapethe noise. The honking,the too many voices all togetherand all at once type noise. To escapethe streets, and the greasy dieselbrown of the rising sun. He came hereto survive,not knowing that the sun’s sharp hipscars the land, that it chafesand cracks the soil,leaves trees…
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19 August: The Goatherd 2
2. When She Was Just a Girl (Draft) School left her behind, silent and different,never feeling very dear around herself. She said she was like first people, simplein needs, and silent in her own thoughts, and she wanted someone real like her,someone who wouldn’t walk backwards. She tied a donkey to her wooden cart,and put…
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18 August: The Goatherd (a possible series)
I. The Goatherd (Draft) He has a gathering of coins in one pocket,courage in the other, a cat that chases rats,and he lives with his goats in a metal hut. His wife looks older than her age. They talkabout a poor harvest, and eat fried peanuts.He wonders who was first to fry a peanut. She…
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18 August: The Goatherd
Four AI images depicting a goatherd’s life in drought conditions. Click the image to view full size and detail. ©Misky 2023
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17 August: A Thursday Door
The side door of the Kirchengemeinde St. Marien, Osnabrück in Germany 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…
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16 August: Transitions
A Little Brouhaha All about me, they lean,dahlias the size of dinner plates.It’s a feast of decanted pinksmacked sidewise, andstrong armed in a breeze. The air twists on scents of fermenting apples, wasps behaving like angry drunks,and all their unhinged buzzingis a premonition of autumn. Written for dVerse “Transitions” and RDP “Brouhaha” (in reference to angry, buzzing wasps) and Fandango’s…
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16 August: dVerse Prosery
Vanished She’s learning about sound barriers at school. Sound. Speed. Aeroplanes. Red lights on the left. Green lights on the right. Like Christmas lanterns flashing on steel wings. “Flash. Flash. Flash,” she calls out to the hundreds of faces up there. People flying through rain coloured clouds, over roads and Tobermory-colour houses. She watches the…
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15 August: A Contemporary Sonnet
The August House For years, it was our August house,perched on a yellow sand beach,ringed by wild roses and tall grasses. Breezes drew low taffeta tones fromsummer blooms, as Dad slapped paintat canvas before the sky collapsed. There were easels, and pigments,smell of turpentine, wet swimsuits,and lemon cake in the afternoon. That was the summer…
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