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4 Dec: A Six – Brighton Rock
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 2 Title: Brighton Rock By midday, we are relaxing on striped sun loungers in the shadow of Brighton Palace Pier, watching Hünga dance with waves whose rhythm orchestrates every movement of his playful partner, but beneath the pier, the waves feel…
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3 Dec: An Unknown Colour
Today’s words from the Oracle, used in the order as presented An Unknown Colour it’s the property,they think it’s theirs,running by the fence,chewed holes in the shed,just for bitter grass seed. mice,hustling about.might be rats,you never see them.just a flash as they runthrough the ground cover. mice,they will die,mortal being of this world,the great hoax,a…
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Nov ’24: Last Photo on the Card
This post is in response to Brian’s monthly challenge Last Photo on the Card. Brian (aka Bushboy) asks for the Last Photos on your phone/camera/SD card. Here is the last shot taken using my iPhone 15Pro Max. Shared on Twitter with @bushboywhotweet
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2 Dec: Poem-a-Day Challenge
It’s been a Happy Day … For breakfastI had toast and marmalade,eggs and tea. Hummed a bar or twoof an old song that ran wildthrough my head. Wrapped a woollen shawlaround my shoulders,catching cold now is a worry I miss writing lettersto parents – they’ve beengone many years now. Winter darkness is here;it’s the last…
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2 Dec: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (a haibun) The I In It I started the morning with rain, yesterday’s coffee, two line couplets (which means 4 lines), a haiku sans nature, listened to Beethoven’s 7 and 8 as loud as the neighbour’s could tolerate, discovered 2 errors in the publisher’s proof, thought the haiku…
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1 Dec: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Frustration … … is a poem that makes no sense. It’s early morning,and I’m in the middle of a dark memory,or it might be a nightmare. A pull in a direction,a light’s refraction in a room of clear airand bright surfaces. Medical measure.Walls pink as a mouth, and I hear crunchingleaves. Old parchment. I am…
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30 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Celebration … this poemwill only mention celebrationin passing, the way smokefrom a bonfire is no hurryto be gone, or howstanding next to a sexy womanmakes you feel invisible,or like undergradswho ride bicycles when I use my senior’s bus pass, or more specifically,being loved by someone wholooks beyondyour being as oldas a stone. and that’s all…
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30 Nov: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order … 1. Thankful that the publisher’s proof doesn’t require amendments because as the world turns, so does my desire not to stay fixated on one thing. 2. I am thankful that our Christmas shopping for each other is finished. Now to shop for the younger grandchildren who already have more toys…
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29 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
A 1950s View from the Floor When I Was 4 … My mother had a funny wayof blending into the avocado green painted walls of the kitchen. The only time she was truly noticeablewas when she stood in the corner,which was yellow, or when she was pricking dead stuff offher Christmas cactus,which by the way…
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28 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
The Fire of … War.Of white stone gardens,Of rubble smooth as shoulders,And wreckage darkened boulders. Of dust with no human footprint,As if some mythical beastRaked the sky of dawn and Descended on jagged edgesOf glass. Steel. And bits of clothHanging like flags of ignored Surrender. And we clench fireIn our hands, fearing to let goAs…
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