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12 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It She’s a Seven Nation Army How much of that dayshould I hope to remember …. the warm dust rising behind the carmy mother’s outthrust chinmy mother’s instructional glance her suntanned skinher leaf-brown hair another dress from the same pattern…. but different fabric…. she’s yellow…
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11 July: A Thursday Door
There are three doors in this photo, the main one that you see at the fore, and 2 others reflected. 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…
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11 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It The 11:31 Train to London She laughsand sendssunlight into every passenger’s heart on this train heading for London Bridge, its whistleblowinglike a gale at every crossing,and there’s rain again, thatching, etchingwindows,and she laughs once more, it warmsthe fabric of wintery summer mornings, she wears…
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10 July: A Haibun for Sarah
For Sarah It was yesterday. I was in the garden looking at the roses, three-deep at the curve of the border, pink blossoms big as dinner plates, and the wind flowing in and out and whirling about, the clouds scraping blue off the sky, and I watched the roses fall into bruised quiethood, dropping their…
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10 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week(a quadrille of 44-words sans title) A Perfect Art knee-deep, wading a chalk stream for crayfish, boys reining in summer days, summer shorts and t-shirts haven’t seen the skyline for days through the trees, the weight of water skims their skin, chills their hands and makes for memories and…
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9 July: A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Happy Madness For Elaine this garden of slackened souls,I throw colour at it, fling pinky thingsinto its tangled weave of lavender that sleeps sedateas an ancient cat, and the ivy triesto blindly entangle the moon but that girl was my happy madnesswhere grass wouldn’t grow without me Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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8 July: A Six – Part : 17 Black and White
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 17 Black and White Last week: Last week: Connor slowly materialises, his anger falling in flurries of ash around him. Pierre’s eyes glaze wide with shock, he leaps up, upending the table with a resonating hollow-throated thud, and a chaos of…
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7 July: Oats in the Water (#rdp)
Oats in the Water he sleeps as stars align,grey beard, bristled by light.a voice in my ear sings an evening song, it comeswith dinner’s washing uppots, pans in the sink and it’s Oats in the Water.I cease to think aboutif the moon has a name. Written for RDP “wash” Music “Oats in the Water” by Ben Howard. Some…
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7 July: Journal of Thoughts From Last Week
Insight I’ll be okaylistening to strange dialects of birds, listening to rain’s descentbefore earth stops its fall, the sound of a hand pullinga bow across strings or the sound of soft finger padspressing ivory, or hearing wind shiver the trees and knowingclouds always race with the sky. Although I will miss seeinga la fée verte…
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7 July: A Sonnet That Isn’t
Oedipal Stone Sonnet That Isn’t A Sonnet I’m having a verbal range warwith poetic debris. It’s fallout.I’m talking to Dante’s skull, hisphrases territorial as driftwood. I’d blame midsummer’s heat,or his infamous inferno,or maybe solar psychosis,but this is summer’s winter, and July’s tendency intowoollen socks and furnaces.but I scrawl poetry on flatoval stones from the creek,…
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