Tag: amwriting
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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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Day 3: The Book of “Playlists for the Apocalypse” for GoDogGo Café
PLAYLISTS FOR THE APOCALYPSE or when there’s salt stirred into your tea Gimme shelter from undead,and their reanimated insects.From ash-heaped histories,and your bad moons rising, from the subterranean bluesdripping off your shoulders,from the holy water in your iron,& bubblegum stuck in my hair. But here’s the script. […]
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Day 2: The Book of “Chasing Me To My Grave” for GoDogGo Café
January 2022 It’s Not Time … chasing me to my grave, after all, my mother lived to 94, and my grandmother to 100. It’s the inevitable sadness should I outlive […]
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1.1.22: A Stream of Consciousness
A Stream of Consciousness: The Winds of Change No, please, ladies first…Those were the days when the world held the door open for you, when a seat was proffered to a woman of a certain age, meaning that age when you shouldn’t ask because she might’ve forgotten (…like did I turn 70 this year or […]
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Nothing To Do With Anything
A Haibun: Nothing To Do With Anything Our town’s name has nothing to do with anything, like almost everything around here. Like Cowfold, they don’t fold cows. Or Handcross. Or Wychcross. Bear Green never had a bear. Or Pease Pottage, although that’s an exception, the soil clags-up like peas porridge when it rains. But we […]
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