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9.2. Wisting
It’s Saturday, 21.00, and I am watching Wisting on BBC 4, Norwegian, subtitled in English, although I don’t need the subtitles, and there’s a man standing on a wooden dock that rocks with the brush of each wave under its pontoons, and a large dog standing on heaped mounds of rock that look shaped by…
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9 Feb: 12 Minutes Past 8
Twelve Minutes Past Eight (A List Poem) Chimney Smoke in curls Grass hard with frost 2 doves pacing the roof ridge Scent of oatmeal A spoon stirring coffee A blackbird singing in the apple treeIce melting in drips Clock-radio playing upstairs Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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A Haibun to Darkness
Waiting for the Dark I sit by the window, the winter trees watching over me as daffodils push through soil and crocuses wait for tomorrow’s sun, and I write this, the light fading until gone, until the paper is more part of darkness than day, and I sit through the hour into night, alone by…
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7 Feb: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. Well, thank goodness for that; my 32-year old Bamix hand blender finally died. Now I can buy another one with a beast-like motor that can chew its way through a banana and yogurt. 2. Full fibre broadband installation on Friday morning—my mobile will still keep me connected, but no internet…
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6 Feb: A Thursday Door from Dijon
Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few to share. ©Misky 2022-2025 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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6 Feb: A Madness
A Madness it is a madness.when my soulis at odds with a moment.when the dayis on fire. when my shadowsticks to the wall. that place amongst stones,that precipice of who I am. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not…
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5 Feb: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week: The I In It I Would Not Be Seen I would draw myselfon a sheet of white paper,fill in the backgroundwith milk white snow. There’d be no trees,no cars,no trains nor planes,and I’d place myself mid-centre. Me, a snow white rabbit,watching everythingbut not to be seen. ©Misky 2006-2025.
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4 Feb: And It Is Written
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 … And It Is Wrtten Nick and I enter Oxford’s Duke Humfrey’s Library, the Old Bodleian, and at once the air changes—cooler, tinged with the scent of bibliosmia and the faintest hint of dust that has settled since medieval scholars…
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1 Feb: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. I am thankful that I wasn’t blown off London Bridge while trying to make my way to the university’s library, and then the British Library. And I’m thankful that the tourists trying to take selfies in the midst of an intense storm weren’t floating down the Thames. My Met Office…
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