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5 August: #SOCS Pick a Number
05.07.23 Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Pick a Number Does anyone remember Bo Derek? She was a 10. I’m not; I am a 9. That’s my number. It’s a numerology thing, nothing to do with hokus pokus, numbers I mean, actually numbers are my potrzebie. Do you know that word “potrzebie”? My best and truest friend,…
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5 Aug: 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 Twitter #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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4 August: A Quinzaine Poem
A Quinzaine Poem: 04.07.23 Squirrel sitting on the lawnAre you watching meWatching you Bumblebees at the thistlesAre you still thirstingFor nectar Robin in the tree singingMay I sing with youA duet The garden is marking timeDoes it see its endLike I do Written for Lisa’s Quinzaine: 7.5.3 (1st line statement, 2-3rd question the 1st line) and Ragtag…
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4 August: Summer Sand and Sea (rewritten)
I think I’ll put this through the “refinery” and trim it down. The “refinery” is Joseph Harker’s method of stripping fluff out a piece of writing, and restructuring its symmetry. Summer Sand and Sea I.The suna solitary child shiningon the sea II.Its waves of tousled curls pourout little shells III.A breezeof liquid wind to breatheupon…
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3 August: The July Journal 19.7.23
Wednesday, 19 July: Tiled Rooftops Arrivederci Italia.This is Bourgogne,and it’s about wine today. Vineyards, and wooden presses.Dust-flaked villages,and yellow stone houseswith shutters closed on white heat. But I want to see Beaune.Next time, he says.Which meansI’m not going to see Beaune. Arrived.Dijon.The city.Not the mustard. Nevertheless,I plan to buy mustard.Lots of it.For not seeing Beaune.…
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2 August: The July Journal 21.7.23
Date: 21.7 Over therein the midst of wind turbines,where a field of greenis glad of rain,and a line of treesform strokes on the horizon,stand a few Charolaise facingaway from the weather. It’s Van Gogh.His fields,an infinity of sunflowers,heavy heads, downcastbrown and drying in the sun.His fieldsbaled hay, bronzed and amberunder coiffed clouds. A farmer.His wife.A…
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1 August: White Horse
White Horse And he doesn’t even like horses. Moreover, he hates that he’s called the horseman without a horse. He backs away from its rising height over him. This white horse rearing up, its voice of thunder is a shockwave, and the guys are sitting over there on a railing watching the whole scene play…
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July 2023: Last Photo on the Card
Two brass figurines, approximately 2-inches in height, purchased in an open-air market in Republic of Côte d’Ivoire. This post is in response to Brian’s monthly challenge Last Photo on the Card. Brian (aka Bushboy) asks for the Last Photos on your phone/camera/SD card. Here is the last shot taken using my iPhone 14Pro Max. Shared on…
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1 August: A Cherita Poem, Napoleon’s Face
A Cherita Poem: Napoleon’s Face I saw Napoleon’s face today. A statue. Stone blackas any onyx starless night. Eyes closed to us.A sign read, Do Not Touch.No need. I knew he’d be cold. Written for Paul’s Wombwell Rainbow #poeticFormsChallenge . A cherita consists of a single stanza of a one-line verse, followed by a two-line verse, and then…
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