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9 July: Little Hampton Beach
9 July ( A Day at Little Hampton Beach) He says why are they red,those aren’t grapes – grapes are green. and he doesn’t want a red applebecause Snow White keeps eating them,and then she is dead again. his sister eats all of his grapes. She is dressed for the beach. Misha and the bearare…
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8 July: The July Diaries
7 July: The Natural History Museum He says, it’s all bones, bones,but where are the dinosaurs and he doesn’t need the toiletbecause he’ll sit on his bum so poo won’t come out and he likes trains that rattle and then asks, what’s a gap. She can name most every dinosaurin the museum and says her…
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7 July: Petite Pen
Hello and she looks into some hollow space, through and beyond me, where she deposits her thoughts, so I say, Bonjour . . . and then a tap on my shoulder. The art instructor says, No talking to the model – back to your seat. Written for K’s Petite Pen. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting…
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4 July: for VV June Image
Mysterious Green It was called Earth. Terra firma,the mysterious greenhouse.Nothing fancy, it was what it was. That’s how books described it.The green years. Once upon a time in hallowed dress,earth was all in green leaves,and lily fresh, and we spoke wearyin the languages of history. All those uppity languages, thosethick tongued wishy words, anddrafty voices…
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4 July: The July Diaries
He is fascinated by bird poo.pigeon, magpie, and sheep “poopoo”,and wants to poke it with a stick. and that big long one on the pavement isdefinitely dinosaur poop. and then there’s sticks.big sticks are better than cookies. and he wants to know whyhe can’t eat a spider. She says, why won’t the oyster give up…
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2 July: The July Diaries
1 July: Family is visiting. First time we’ve seen the grandchildren (except for video calls) in 3-years. Forgive me if I don’t read and reply to friends’ posts. Things are rather busy around here. He wants broccoli and cauliflower.And anythingred, he says.Not tomatoes.We shall buy strawberries.And maybe a little red car. She who arrives fullof…
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1 July: For GoDogGo Cafe
The girls and boys on the corner are all heat. Standing close as grains of salt. Blame it on the weather. And all this rain. Summer just new, and already on the simmer. Keeps climbing like ivy, and when the rain stops, it just continues on dripping like a tap. Those boys’ hands. Those girls’…
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30 June: An Uneven Time (revised)
An Uneven Time it’s a new eyea droning’s view from some rooftop. someone cries, there’s a baby under the gooseberries. and iron wheels brake andscream on the rail lines, steam and smoke and ash. we wait inthis uneven time, and protect our ears from war’sunnatural pitch. for Twiglets “uneven time” and K’s Petite Pen image Image by Pixabay ©Misky 2022…
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29 June: Oracle Take 2
Charmed, I’m Sure I have a charm in my pocket.It’s self-soothing, and lazyas a drunken smile. A holistic secret for my pressed bones.And I play it like whimsy,like Bach’s cords. Cajole it like a sulky moon. It’s an old coinwith a queen’s head anda vague thistle. No worries. No ointments.And I am happy to letclear…
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28 June: Words from the Oracle
Whichever Way It Blows I share this housewith a man with a bad back, and a roof verge of crumbling cementthat drinks water and leaks like a drunk as the windtongues at the roof tiles. The man leaves doors open,dried leaves like giddy spooks flit across the floor, and mosquitoes, guiltlesslyhunt me at night. Flies…
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