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1 June: Last Photo on the Card
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 Twitter with @bushboywhotweet
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31 May: Two dVerse
He Doesn’t Know She Eats These Like Sweets He’s crowing on again,eating chilli peppers –it is a manly thing. Can’t bear it when he’s peacocking. He fishes aroundfor another jalapeño.Pops it in. Chews.Sticks his tongue out. Come on, he says, Eat one.Oh, to fawn girliness, or not! For dVerse Quadrille “pepper” (44-words sans title) and Sarah’s…
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30 May: MLMM Photo Challenge
Wing and Tail Feathers It’s a flying dream,across blue stained sky,into a womb of clouds. Wind, full on my face.I glimpse earthly contoursswayed as an old mare’s back. The wind jumpsas I punch through the air.I am wing and tail feathers. … ne ultra crepidam … I am no hawk.I am no kite.Nevertheless, I am…
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29 May: Delving into MLMM
Collage 1.Planted new climbers last week. Roses. Yellow and peachy pink. They’re already reaching up the trellis. Already aphids. 2.Lettuces, tomatoes and lupins, and one red fox. Innumerable cats, And there’s a dying patch of grass, thanks to the fox. 3.All I remember of my first grade teacher is her pearls rolling across the floor. She had a broom. We assumed…
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28 May: for RDP Chautauqua
Found Any Time, Any Place And she said,A poet who doesn’t look for answersisn’t a poet. But I look for moments, I said.As if tomorrow I might lose my mind.As if tomorrow I might lose my sight. And she said, Ask yourself,Why do old women return to the Church. I knew why.My god-fearing mother did…
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28 May: Ragtag Daily 26-27.05
I. Broken I talk to drought beaten plants that disappear before my eyes, driven by no road to their end. Bees are already a memory. Wind cutting like broken glass. And I don’t know what dead land this is. Written for ragtag daily prompt on 26.05.23 “driven” II. Tea Dried and sun-crisp parched, a silver spoon ringing against fragile china clay. Scented like a head full…
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27 May: Saturday Stream of Consciousness
A Stream of Consciousness Behind A Poet’s Window Standing at the kitchen sink. Behind a window with blinds. I feel a bit camouflaged. A bit aloof. The view is timeless. Nothing much changes around here, except that the neighbour’s boxwood plant is dying. It’s going bald like Stanley Tucci. I wouldn’t mind Tucci cooking a…
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26 May: for 26.05 Unicorn Challenge
A Spar and Rigging Some days he wanted to stay. Other days he just stared at the bridge. Portree could do that to you. Summer turned it oddly condensed with holidaymakers. They filled every table and every bed. July. August. Like a restless meridian. He compared it to living underwater. An aquarium. And God disowned…
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26 May: dVerse Quatern
And Once Again It’s … spring-kissed hills of old perfume, mysongster heart’s light as sky’s own blue.Long whisper tunes through cedar trees,Midas torches our sunset dreams. We stood, painting the vales ofspring-kissed hills, of old perfume, myred rose, sweet rose, my deep red loveof vivid green through shining rain. See the horseman without a horse,the…
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25 May: 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. This photo is of The Tablehurst and Plaw Hatch Community Farm Coop in eastern Sussex. They are a biodynamic, organic farm where we buy most of…
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