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13 May: A Little Conversation
A Little Conversation I am sitting on the patio .A cup of coffee. Morning sun. A magpie is on the fence, talking to me. I don’t know what he’s saying, but something ‘s playing on his mind. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Photo by Lenstravelier on Unsplash
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12 May: An Erasure Poem
she felt herself physically elderly, – and final she was an open door, a crack to the other side. During April, I participated in a 30-day Found Poetry Challenge, sourcing text from the book Jaws by Peter Benchley. My method involved layers, changing the top layer’s opacity, and then erasing parts of that image to…
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11 May: Cee’s Linear Photo Challenge
This is a photo taken (iPhone) whilst driving in a rain storm across the “Great Belt Bridge” (Storebæltsbroen) in Denmark for Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge ©Misky 2022 with iPhone. Shared with #photography #amwriting on Twitter
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for Go Dog Go Cafe: A Haibun
Once upon a time, she didn’t look like she does. She’s old skin now. Once she had a jawline. A chin traceable with a finger. And all her teeth (two of which now belong to her credit card). She was wide-eyed, clear-headed, and bright as a split star. Both eyelids blinked at the same time,…
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11 May: An American Cinquain
There areWings in the treesBird song in the blossomsA breeze lifts the sun, and it warmsMy face An American Cinquain (2.4.6.8.2). ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Photo is mine.
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For dVerse Bon Appétit
A Morning Recipe the pot warmed,just boiled waterno longer a strangerto tea leaves stirredinto the morning. rain drenches half truths into the weather report, clouds squeezed thin of bright clarity, a drift of milkgentle on the brim,sipped from a china cupit’s a comfort scentlike toasting bread. starlings have returned, tearing the grass, beaks of knives…
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For Twiglet #278
Full of Light We sat under the cherry tree,lost in its leaves, lost in green,our fingers stained ruby. Fill 2 bowls for a pie, Mum said. Those days, layered between clouds,it was a time to embrace. It wasas it should be. Full of light. for Twiglet #278 ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting…
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9 May: Captured Moment
And I ask him, Why are you sweeping the grass? And he says, Because I can’t find the rake. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash
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8 May: 17 Syllables
An afternoon nap Can leave you feeling Empty as a bicycle Poem form: 17-syllable (w/line breaks) American Sentence. The photo is mine, taken at Snowshill Manor. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Cee’s B&W photo challenge at https://ceenphotography.com/2022/05/05/cbwc-side-of-things/ photo of penny-farthings hanging from cross beams.
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8 May: Stream of Consciousness
Mum used to say that I had a hollow leg. I thought bits of myself had broke away inside me, snapped off and were rattling around in my own air, like spare change, and I never wondered why I didn’t hear my own hollowness inside my head. Like an echo when I walked. And this…
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