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29 October: Talk to Me
Do You Wear A Kilt? Call centres hire menwith soft Scottish accents, who ask personal questions that you’ll gladly answer, just tokeep them on the line talking. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. First published June 2015. Image: AI digital art.
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28 October: The Edge of Books
The Edge of Books Turn and turn the page,twice then thrice, this book and Ihave the night alone. Pages talk from yesterday,when the sea called the child in me,and the universeopened like a distant beach where aye, a ship can sinkin waves white and ankle-deep. And what were those last three magic words right before…
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27 Oct Found Poetry: He Spins
Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July 2022. ISBN 9781439121443. All images are my own, created using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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28 Oct Found Poetry: He’s Time
Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July 2022. ISBN 9781439121443. All images are my own, created using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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27 October: Ekphrastic for Petite Pen
Or So You Said the ancients did as we do now. lovewith biting urgency, andtwo fingers up at twilight’s facebefore light diesin a final lift, andlevels the uncurtained moonon us. this is how it is with us.no love letters.no emptying ones headof tears.no whispering names like an old wish. just darkness through the branches,slipping through…
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26 Oct Found Poetry: Twisted
Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July 2022. ISBN 9781439121443. All images are my own, created using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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26 October: dVerse Haibun
A son writes in his journal: My mother has died. I’m in the elderly smallness of her house, its walls are scented with a lifetime of steaming soup, and stews, and rye bread, and I’m filling boxes with her life’s trinkets. Limoges lidded boxes, and the little brass bird shaped opium weights that are instantly…
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25 Oct Found Poetry: She’s Gripped
Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July 2022. ISBN 9781439121443. All images are my own, created using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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26.10: Where Old Fire Comes From
The Time is One Minute after Two in the Afternoon, and I am in the midst of a deadcalm. Not quite dead, yetwild. Aliveas fire. I wonder where old fire comes from.That pluck and warmth.And these tall green grassy patches, here, and there, and dashes of red-tileddays, and this sky –it dares blue eyesand broad…
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24 Oct Found Poetry: A Thousand Pieces
Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July 2022. ISBN 9781439121443. All images are my own, created using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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