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15.02.22 Flash Fiction
The View We’re back. Forty-five years ago we sat here at this same table, same window, he and I, waiting for the 15.10 ferry. Always the same ferry. Two of them, running back and forth, back and forth. Connections, you know, making connections to the train. The train to visit family. The train to the…
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14.02.22 Valentine Quadrille
Remembering an Afternoon Picnic Near Steyning It smells of summer, he says.Greenish. We’re sitting at the edge of a field,our feet soaking in a creek, and we’re eating cheese and chutney sandwiches.Drinking milky tea straight from a flask. And I want this moment to last.Beyond forever. A Quadrille for Valentine’s Day. Photo by Kiriakos Verros on Unsplash. ©Misky…
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Read Me: WP Bug Workaround
The WordPress technical engineers advised the following workaround for posting comments until they can fix the bug. “We have reported this to our developers and they are looking into it. While we do not have an exact timeline for a fix, I can assure you that it’s on our radar. The workaround is copying the…
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13.02.22: dVerse Pentameter
A Forest Creek When the sundraws close and hot,and your legsache to stretch,and when your headburns scarlet heat,who alonewill cool your browbut me. dVerse Pounding the Pentameter. Photo by Michael Chambers on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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13.02.22: Stream of Consciousness Saturday “fortune”
How Long Is Your Length of String How long is a length of windthat gusts in gallops. Does itblow longer than childhood. Pity that mother slicing a loafthin enough to last 4 or 5 days longer. Or is it longer than build-up to war. Longerthan peace that never lasts. A hungry wolf’s in this wind,beating…
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12.02.22: Maxim’s Pantoum
It’s the Soul of Maxim’s Palace It’s like a happy Chinese meal.A duck hullabaloothat’s noisy as jackdaws.Snappy as vinegar.A duck hullabalooon red tablecloths.Snappy as vinegar.Oranges. Gold. As twilighton red. Tableclothsthe colour of joy,oranges gold as twilight,or rain on a tile roof.The colour of joythat’s noisy as jackdaws,or rain on a tin roof.It’s like a happy…
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11.02.22 GoDogGo Cafe Book Titles
This Thing Between Us Her hands are softand her fingers sticky. A pear for dessert.The sweetness lingers. The sight of her smile,like a tattoo, never leaves you. And the smells of smokeis body heat, I think. And every night she walks her cat.Alone. Alone with that cat. She says the sun is too hot,and the…
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10.02.22 Mother of Dragons
No Gods, No Monsters, Just The Mother of Dragons Is that you, Daenerys Targaryen, in a flame-red frock, and riding the air like a dragon? Is that you burning down the place? What I know of her comes from catching that final episode of Game of Thrones. For eight years, I watched something else. Or…
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11.02.22: Twiglet #265
The Moon was never meantto take the night alone. Stars drift through the shallowsof its black plate, and the air soft as the back of thighs,and dark as a square of night. And the moonturned its face away, and stared deep into earth’s mirrored water,waves turning like pages. For Twiglet #265 “turning pages””. WikiArt Image: Noekken, 1904, by…
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10.02.22: dVerse Quadrille
A View From a Window The kitchen windowoverlooked rosebushesthat nibbled at a lattice frame,until a galeblew the whole thing down,and afterwardswe walked the beach,the sea hurling rocks at our feet,and we brought some home,set them where the rosebushesused to grow. Written for dVerse Poets. Quadrille “nibble”. Image WikiArt: Winter view from our kitchen window in Domobranska 8,…
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