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30 July: It’s Called Austice
Austice I sit amongst the crisp fringes of leaves,the trees are giving way to autumn. There used to be jasmine here, butwe dug it up after it knocked the fence down. And there used to be grass up to the door.But by July it was always straw. It’s a patio now, a table and four…
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30 July: for Twiglet #289
This Heat …. is the start of a slide.Those low notes of rain, like railcars rusting on the sidings. Forgottencurse of ever earlier dusk. Lights on,drapes pulled. Wet-dog smellsoaked in the weave. Our appetiteswant for thickand fat puddings. One that holds a spoon erect. Autumn is a lean-faced woman,raking leaves leaves and leaves as the…
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29 July: An Erasure Poem
Burnt He was left on the beach.Legs sunburn. Red blotches.Thighs. His feet. He pushed a fingerinto his thigh. It turned stark white,then angry red. The sun rolled whiteon the sand. Wikiart. image Ulysses by Milton Resnick, 1991. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter. Digital Jaws. Pub. Pan…
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27 July: for dVerse
I Might Deny Writing This I coughYou coughWe’re both coughing with Covid In the darkDown the stairsTo the fridgeA late night snack and I open the door, coldLight spills across the floorFeast or famineIt’s an empty wind that’s blowing. MayoMustardChutneyCapers One eggA pearNo tasteNo flavour KimchiPicklesRoquefortGrapes This is nutsI coughYou coughWe’re both coughing with Covid…
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27 July: dVerse Quadrille
Great-Great-Grandad’s Candleholder it sits there on the mantlepiecerich patina-wrapped,a bottom-weighted brass candleholder.the type used on a ship. gravity always keeps it upright,not that we make waves in the living room,but it’s a family heirloom,and we’re deep-seatedin our nautical gauge. dVerse Quadrille #156: include the word “wrap”, 44-words sans title. WikiArt Image: Shipwreck, by Ivan Aivazovsky, Original…
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26 July: They
They have returned to the limed white wallstumbling over with bougainvillaea,and sunlight brightas bare electric lights where nights are cold as a cellar floorand days are warmed bythe generous breathof honeyed trees and a girl’s hips and feetare born to the rhythmsof salsa and merenguesultry and spicy they are back homewhere the Andes throb with…
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23 July: Pot-of-Rice
21 July: a dog named pot-of-rice He can’t eat more chips becausehis skin is full, and when he gets a dog, he’ll call it pot-of-rice.he loves rice. She gathers stones on the beach. some to throw.some to talk to there’s sand between her toes. They cut paper into tiny pieces andpretend it’s raining. ©Misky 2022…
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22 July: July Diaries
20 July: Heat Wave He say he’s never seen mewith wet hair before. and the patio is too hotfor ants to walk on, and is it okay to step on them? She knocks on the bedroom door, and askswhen Nana and Farfar won’t be sick and says, please fix this boiling house. They they’re both…
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18 July: London Two Ways
17 July: London Two Ways (30ºC, and my flowers are dying) He is at the London Aquarium.hands-on and poking starfish. singing Baby Shark song says King Louie is biggerthan that shark She is at the matinee of Frozen.says it’s all wrong Elisa doesn’t have dark skin.and the singing is too loud. and she says Nana…
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15 July: Centerparcs Longleat 31°C
15 July: Centerparcs Longleat 31°C He threw his soft toy penguinin the swimming pool. swim, he shouts.his penguin sinks. it takes three days to dry a penguin. She whispers. every word.and tilts her headand smiles. one must choose to listen. They are crying. they don’t want to go home. why are we all sick and…
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