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10 August: My Road
My road is at the top of a hill. It drops steep, turns here and there, and ends at a footbridge over a creek where boys with bare legs catch crayfish, and the local cats prowl the boys’ buckets, and the crayfish snap at the cats’ noses, and beyond the creek is the village school…
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9 August: An Ekphrastic Poem
The Return of the Flame I am stopped dead, clutching a water bottle again. A hostage to withered rivers. Burnt faces. This scotch bonnet heat empties my head. I will never get used to this sort of thing. Heat unleashed from some- where else, and spilling on you. A barbarous soak. Phaethon’s set the air…
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7 August: A Cadralor Poem
Thrown: A Cadralor Poem It all started because we werethrowing snowballs into hell. What were the chances thatwe’d actually break a window. We pitched pennies at the wallin the coat room. My coat was red. Mum knitted my mittens. Also red.She stitched them to my coat sleeves. Why can’t girls throw like boys –Are their…
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7 August: A Sailing Tanka
A Sinking Star Me and this sea realm,and a fickle wind sneezingagainst the sailslike the Hesperus intofistfuls of dark inked water A tanka 31-syllables (5.7.5.7.7). Written for Poetic Bloomings “sailing”. Image from Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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5 August: Twiglet 290
On the Hottest Day of the Year It’s round as a melonor my shoulders.Feels ancient in my hands.Long enduring as that winterfour years ago.A snowball –we keep it in the freezer.Strong as a rock andlight as wind through a dream.And we take it out, and oooooh and ahhhh over it,like I said,on the hottest day…
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4 August: For the Petite Pen
It’s Just After Dawn When a person can be overwhelmedby the shine and glimmer of it all. The sea.The bluff.Seagulls and terns.Thistles and grass. A blue-veined smear of waterrounds on the middle deep, daybreak lifting and lighteningthe water, cliffs scrawled by wind. And on the ridge above the beachnext to August-hardened dirt road, brambles tumbled…
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2 August: VV Anthology
Ten Minutes on the Central Line (445 words, 2min:53sec read) I’m always amused when someone offers me their seat. On a good day, it’s easy to forget that I’m old. Why would I do that, I said to my doctor when he asked, Don’t you ever look in the mirror? I decline the offer of…
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1 August: Wordle #563
The Other One She spent her final years in an asylum,running up and down the hallwaywith her tits bouncing off her knees . . . according to Dad who really never had a kind word to say about his mother. But some things stick in your head whenyou’re young,…
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1 August: Last Photo of the Month
Two summer fruit pavlovas that I made for a friend’s birthday. for Bushboy’s Last Photo of the Month ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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31 July: #socs Wash
I just read a full page article in The Sunday Telegraph about how to wash Birkenstocks. I don’t own a pair of Birkenstocks, so why I read it … I don’t know. I tried a pair on once, and it was like sliding my foot into a brick. Birkenstocks have cork soles – I didn’t…
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