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8 Sept: for RDP ‘Thumb”
Knots It was the wayshe’d lick her thumb,and pull a knot throughto the end of a thread. It was magical,as if her mouth helda thousand knots under her tongue. And then she’dlook at the permanent groovein her thumbnailengraved by every thread she’d knotted,and she’d sigh a smallharumph soundof mild irritation. Written for RDP “thumb”. Some artwork is…
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8 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O In Moon A Pearl of a Moon I dreamt I heldreigns on the sky,on that pearl of the moonand its back-lit sky. I dreamt nightwas black and white keys,like the feathersin a magpie’s song. And I dreamt musiccame from a faraway staras it slid cold through…
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7 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The Y In Fly A Meadow of Stars Tell me aboutthe atoms that your wings sharewith the windwith the starsand sunand moon,and tell me aboutwhen you fly in wider and widercircles across the sky … are you my speck of lighta meadow of starsin another world. Some artwork…
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6 Sept: 3 Line Thursday
I cast my soul to the aira heron who lands in a salt reed marshand I stare at the rising moon until morning Written for Ink in Thirds (Three Line Thursday) “wait”. 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 Sept: A Thursday Door
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 holiday snaps and found a few to share. ©Misky 2023 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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5 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The U In Thunder Orchestra It’s so close that her hands feelit prowling her edges.She feels the pressure of its gripa sleight-of-hand drop of rain. And she opens her handand invites its heart into hers.This sky-bound electrical blipthis quarrel with equilibrium. And she is too damned happy. Written…
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4 Sept: Announcement
Ink in Thirds 100 Words Winner I am delighted to be one or two winners of August’s Ink in Thirds 100 Words feature. The published magazine story may be read at Ink In Thirds 100 Words, and my original post is available to read here. I encourage anyone with an itch to write to join in and…
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4 Sept: A Six – Part: 26 Navigating a Debris Field
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 26 Navigating a Debris Field last week: Pierre will have to stay here with us; we will clear out the storage room for him,” I say, and Hanzō nods silence; it is the heart of a noble relic that agrees. Navigating…
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3 Sept: dVerse Poets Quadrille 207
A Recipe for Autumn Autumn spins empty stillness.It’s touched by cold moonlight.Spins the sun at the horizon,and fields to prickly stubble.It’s creeping mist.It’s brooding fog.Its leaves lost to trees, and twigs casting intentions.Autumn is shadowless days,and deep bowls of soup. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #207 “spin” (quadrille is 44-words sans title). Some artwork is created…
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2 September: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It (a cadralor poem) Scio Me Nescire – I Know That I Know Nothing I.They call from a glaze of grey skies marked with white stars of geese,a band of loud trombone songsblowing through small clouds. II.This day is pulled by change,a season’s race pipped…
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