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Day 9: On Ice
On Ice Fool that I am,to take to the fields.Trotting poniesand rushing streams. Follow my heart ontosullied paths, muddiedwith slips, slidesand jeopardies. I’m antsy for warmth,long sunny days, butfool that I am, dressedby cloudless skies. Fickle January,and its perfect ice. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 9: Errors, Photo © Cecilia Mary Gunther and used with permission with grateful thanks. Poem ©Misky…
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Q9 and Stream of Consciousness Saturday
IT’S STILL LIFE In the next 72-hoursor it might be less, these things areimpossibly imprecise, this blogineum ormaybe it’s blogitsky will be renamed, andgiven a new address. The new address is misky.uk and Plumb Lines is now called It’s Still Life because most people don’t know what a plumb line is. It was likely a poor choice on my…
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Q8: What Do You Like About Your Writing
WHAT DO YOU MOST LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING That is the question.And here is my answer: The pictures. I love art.If I could,I would live in a museumwith polished light birch floorsand white matte walls,openairno doors. AndI’d placea long sofain the middle of the room.Nothing else,that’s all.Quite spartan. Yesterday, I decided that I was bored…
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Q7: The Black and White of It
A BOOK CALLED “ALL THAT SHE CARRIED” … assuming that All is Mum’s black and white photo the contourthe contrastthe curve of her noseshe always thought it too hookedtoo crookedthis black and white woman,with black and white views. I remember looking at this photo when I was a kid, and saying…
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Day 7: A Book Called Hunting for Stars for GoDoGo Café
A BOOK CALLED HUNTING FOR STARS … assuming that stars are black and white It might be a Friday,in a rainstorm,winter probably, and I’ll slip awayas you read me linesof century old poetry or proseabout humanity’s steps with answers why wedon’t have sinks full of time, and I’ll find…
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Q2 & Q6: The Sheepish Side of Imaginary Dreams
THE SHEEPISH SIDE OF IMAGINARY DREAMS We’re on the old roadto the sea.An afternoon driveagainst sharp winter sun. Dressed warm,a woolly jumper,thick socks, and old bootswith knotted laces. County roads and potholes. It’s like driving on a dinosaur’s back. And the car’s developed a chirp. It’s a prick in my ear, the sort of sound…
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dVerse Poets: Haibun Celebration
FAIT ACCOMPLI It might be dead, that tree, but we’ll not know until spring, but for now it’s full of winter-hungry chirping birds, and they’ve seen a baby snail climbing the finger of a twisted brittle twig. And that tree is a piccolo trill of celebration as that baby snail becomes a fait accompli. The…
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Day 6: JusJoJan: Anticipation
COLD COMFORT this winter frostis blameless,the icy creek won’t thaw.a nameless birdanticipates snow,and cold cutsbone and claw. Written for JusJoJan Day 6: Anticipation. Photo by Richard Hodonicky on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #jusjojan on Twitter
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Q5: How to Take the Hiss Out of a Snake
HOW TO TAKE THE HISS OUT OF A SNAKE Rain.It spillson the window,cursive writinglike hands knottedthat rememberthings I’ve alwayswanted to do. I once worked on an assembly line making flat-pack strawberry boxes. I just wanted someone to talk to while the boys were at school. But talking was forbidden, except during break. The moon.The stars.There’s…
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Day 5: A Book Called The Liar’s Dictionary for GoDogGo Café
THE LIAR’S DICTIONARY … assuming that the liar is weather because you would be forgivenits deception on those evenings when nature’s breath crinklesthe lake with shallow ripples and the moon is at its thinnestand streetlamps glow lime bright. Weather wrote the liar’s dictionary. For Go Dog Go Café . “The Liar’s Dictionary” The title…
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