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3007: Dead Men Don’t Drown
Dead Men Don’t Drown A Liturgy for an Unraveller(for those who stop accepting the family yarn) I. The Thread That HoldsEvery family has a story,a yarn spun so long and so oftenit becomes indistinguishable from truth. It is the tale told at gatherings,the narrative that keeps the peaceby keeping certain doors closed. You were raised…
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2907: Drought
29 July 2026: It is 36C96.8F. Drought is officially declared in more than half of England. The tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers in the greenhouse are surviving only because we’re allowed to use a drip irrigation system in there, which drips water slowly for only 30-minutes. Water is restricted for anything except essential use. Some areas…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
Tuesday, Explained by a Cat The cat motions the old womanto the armchair with one deliberate paw. “Sit.We need to talk …about Tuesday.” She sits.He leaps onto the armrest,tail wrapped around his feet like a professor’s robe. “Tuesday,” he begins,“is not a day.It is a concept.A flawed concept. Exhibit A: Monday has purpose.It is universally…
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Ten Things of Thankful
Still in Denmark and Sweden (thankful for The Bridge) for another week. (1) Thankful to show the grandchildren Kronborg Castle, aka Hamlet’s Castle, in Helsingør, and (2) then we played in the garden — A beachball in hand saying silly things like, “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well.” Thank you, Hamlet! And then down…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Crow’s Supremacy(Or: A Feline Crisis of Gravity) The cat is stretched in a sunbeam,belly exposed,dignity intact,one eye fixed on the bare winter treewhere the crow stands.Stands!On a twig no thicker than a whisker,rocking slightly,as if gravity were a suggestionit had politely declined. “How,” the cat breathes,“can that bird do that?Stand on a twig?A twig,…
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Ten Things of Thankful
I am in Denmark for a few weeks with family, so this one is quite nordic-centric. 1. Thankful for two weeks with my sons, grandchildren, extended family and old friends. What a gift this is for me. 2. Thankful that my eldest granddaughter, Emma, is on her way from Norfolk VA and will land in…
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1607: A Thursday Door
This photo is used with the kind permission of a friend. (TyAO) Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the way to share my love of doors — of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few to share. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) also shares photos of doors from his his journeys. ©Misky 2022-2026 Shared on X #amwriting…
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1607: Six Sentence Story
Red Planet Every Saturday her mother wound damp strips of cotton through her long black hair, and by morning the curls sprang free, dark and shining, as though each had dreamed all night of dancing. She tied a bright red balloon to the end of her ponytail and stepped into the morning with it tugging…
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1307: Everywhere Poems
This poem is based on a morning of observing ants with my grandson Nico. Do Ants’ Eyes Narrow in the Wind Do ants stop, as I do,and listen to distant thunder roll. Do they lift their feetin snow,on hot sand, and do they dance. Do their eyes narrowin the wind. Do they knowcome July they’ll…
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1307: Everywhere Poems
Everywhere Poem: Forgotten Things The womanreturned homeafter circling half the world. The dandelion seedwas still waitingwhere she left it. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is…
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