Tag: amwriting
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28 April: A-to-Z Challenge
X is for an X-Ray Burst Not stars nor moon,it’s a pinprick of sun.Its negativity pulls at your core. Invisible.Blistering.A lightning scar. And the air itches with calamity. For A-Z Challenge. X-Ray Burst: In solar-terrestrial terms, a temporary enhancement of the X-ray emission of the sun. The time-intensity profile of soft X-ray bursts is similar…
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11 February 2023: Deconstructed Lunch
Déconstruit Sandwich You are what you eat, that’s what Mama said. So I’m the rear quarter of a pig. Smoked. Even though I quit long ago. An emulsion of egg and oil. I’m a brined, sliced cucumber. Bubbling starter and flour, and a slow ferment. Trust my mama to slick guilt on a ham and…
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7 February: dVerse Quadrille
Up There It’s an albino moon, white toothed, sleepy grinned. Pricking at stars as they’re born and burn away, old ones plunge and die. We watch them carry our hearts, wrack and ruin our second thoughts, and that moon’s staring button-eyed at us while we weep. Written for dVerse Quadrille 44-words, sans title, “stars”. AI Digital…
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25 January: dVerse Grandmothers
Granny Eunice Granny says she’ll give mea dish of tonguesif the screen door slams. The screen door slams. Fly paper swingsand snags sunny yellowin the summer breeze. Bacon’s fryingin curls and shrinks.Spits. The flame jumps. Granny’s arms are dressedin skin and flour.Butter on her cold fingers. It’s a blessing to a baker, she says. Scones.…
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Twiglet #264
A Still Life of a Winter’s Night The fireplace is lit, its flamedancing with the surfaceof the window. A candlestiff and still on the table, with the last heel from a loaf,dried onions and cheesewith a sip of sweet wine. No need to whisper thatthe cupboard is bare, orthat the empty knocking isnot the beat…
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28.1.22 Owl on a Bare Branch
AN OWL ON A BARE BRANCH An owl standsand looks backward.Its face closed.Impenetrable.Distant. A freezing explanationhangs in its mouth. A mouse.Limp.Glossy black as the night. The owl turns its head away,wings lift,and it flies upand out of the night. Long-Eared Owl on Bare Tree Branch (c. 1905) by Ohara Koson. Image is in Public Domain ©Misky…
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27.1.22 The Waiting Room
THE WAITING ROOM She is myelderly neighbour.She sneezes.The roomgoes quiet, andthey stare at us. I burst out laughing. Not because they’re staring at us, but because I remember my father saying, “Look on the bright side. You can’t fail forever.” Image an extract of Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden Of Earthly Delights c. 1510-1515 Public Domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared…
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25.1.22 What You Don’t See…
What You Don’t See When Your Eyes Are Closed I hit the groundrunning last night.Like a Sunday matinée,one of my greatest dreamsof all time. Ever. And I can’t rememberany of it now.A vanishing act.It was epic though. Like mathematics,or an opalescent smear on a lakeor like crows staring down a sunset froma bare-boned tree. Dreams,…
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24.1.22 Luminous Chaos
Luminous Chaos Darkness has a differentlight around here,you can see cloudscrushing against one another.The breeze pushes them alonglike kinetic sheep,and wind announcing itselfthrough invisible gapsin the windowsill.It sounds transient,like a train’s last gasp,wet, metallic and moaning. The wind seems to blowdarker than deep January. Image: January Thaw, Edge of Town by Lawren Harris, 1921 (public…
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Q3+1: The Café of Imaginary Dreams
TWO EGGS OF IMAGINARY DREAMS My waitress … is it still waitress or is it a waitperson now… is standing over meand staring across the street.I think she’d ratherbe working over there. And she says,You ready to order? She shifts from one foot…
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