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06.03.22 GoDogGo Café Book Titles
WHEN GOD WAS A WOMAN I’m no philosopher. But . . . Darkness is unforgiving,and wars are arrogance. I’ve lived between book coversfor much of my life, and somemight say that’s not real living, as if living is only about dying, or blood isn’t blood unlessyou’re a woman, or a god,maybe a poet, or a…
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My Favourite Community Farm
These are photos I took today during our weekly visit to Tablehurst Farm in Sussex. It’s an organic and biodiverse farm. The butchery is supplied from their own animals. The slow-ferment yogurt, unpasteurised milk, and butter use milk from cows on the farm. They have their own bakery, and fruit and vegetable from their gardens…
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05.03.22 Haibun Wednesday
5 March/22: Hope is a free-radical. It’s the beginning of loss. It exists to mark where loss begins. I’m beginning to think that hope is the beginning of every loss. The beginning of anything that we’re attached to. Freedom. Life. Liberty. Family. We get used to loss, although I tend to lose things slowly. Losing…
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04.03.22 First Daffodil Opened
The Rain Has Gone . . . see the daffodils,morning light shining through them. And there it is.Yellow. Bright as an egg yolk.The colour of ripe wheat. El Dorado. Daffodils are cherubs.Spring lambs. A child’s bright face.Tell us a story! Tell us a story! It’s a colour somewhere betweena blossom and a breeze. Yellow was…
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04.03.22 for GoDogGo Café
She Must Be Mad for “Other Voices – Other Rooms” #31 What madness edges its wayinto her reality.Causes unreasonable alarm,banging on windows,a geodesic short fuse . . . (Geeze, he says, it’s just a bloody pigeon) . . . birds pulling up her daffodils,still tight, unopened,…
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for Visual Verse Anthology March
for visual verse anthology: March The Green Room The Green Room It’s a kind of winter madness, so I thinkof it this way. It’s my own green roomwith its old brick wall that crackedduring one of those drought years, where the grass is noisy and thick withthin-legged, spotted and winged insects,and where the ferns unfurl…
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03.03.22 dVerse Ekphrastic Poetry
A Poem Inspired By Joseph Farquharson’s Painting A Slip Against the Wind The sky is whiteas pork fat, the heatherburnt by cold.A mother and three bairninch steps against the wind.March on, their mother says,March until it’s spring.A mother and three bairnare a slip against the wind. for dVerse Poets Ekphrastic March prompt. Featured painting is by Joseph…
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3.03.22: One-Liner Wednesday
A Girl Named Joy Before the constellationsfound their places,they were frecklesacross the noseof a girl named Joy. One-Liner Wednesday The sentence: Before the constellations found their places, they were freckles across the nose of a girl named Joy. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image is from Wikipedia by Albrecht Durer, “Star Map” c. 1515, British…
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02.03.22: Haibun: Ode to Billy
Mum was always saying “pipe-down” or “quiet about that” – but my sister and I had a blind spot of affection for him. This distant, and long dead relative that Mum said was a smudge on a line. Billy was his name. A wind-grazed face, rocky as a landscape. Dusty as death. Those eyes dark…
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01.03.22 dVerse Haibun Monday
AN ODD AND UNEVEN TIME February was a dark wilderness. Floods and rain, gales that flung trees to the ground sure as they be Icarus. We tidied up after, our hearts were obsessed by reordering the disorderly. And then the wars began, though no one wanted to call it a war. How dark must it…
