Tag: #bloganuary
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5 January: Bloganuary
The Joy Of It I remember sitting on my small wooden stool reading The Little Red Hen to my mum, and although I didn’t know how to read yet, I knew story by heart, and now I’m listening to my granddaughter who’s sitting on a small stool reading me a story, and although she can’t…
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4 January: Bloganuary
A Senryū Poem I hold no treasure But for what I keep safe In the depths of my heart A Senryū poem form, written for WordPress bloganuary Lost Treasure. AI Digital Art is mine, created using Midjourney’s bot (v4b) Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting
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3 January: Bloganuary
Unscuffed Memories I can see it. A red brick house, hot to the touch come August. The lawn, cool and greened by the sweep of a sprinkler, and Dad’s black Ford Victoria, bought it the year I was born. White walls unscuffed, it was always parked in the driveway. He’d throw his spare coins into…
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2 January: dVerse Haibun
It’s late, but not late enough, and too early for stripping off the gold foil from that cork, and it’s surely too early for those warm weather gnats drawn to candlelight that nobody sees but leave you marked as meaningless meat, and there’s static tickling the innards of the old radio as we sway like…
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2 January: Bloganuary
I Tell Myself Be brave. Madness is more than a state of mind. It’s a way living. Think simply, and live simply. Be brave. Written for Day 2: WordPress Bloganuary “Bravery” AI Digital Art: created using Midjourney’s bot (v4b) Image and poem ©Misky 2022 Shared on Twitter #amwriting
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1 January: To Be
To Be It’s not been a bad year so far. This first day. And he makes excellent coffee. It’s like when you meet someone who’s good for you, as if it all came from a miracle. Written for WordPress Bloganuary . AI Digital Art: created using Midjourney’s bot (v4b) Image and poem ©Misky 2022 Shared on Twitter…
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Q5: How to Take the Hiss Out of a Snake
HOW TO TAKE THE HISS OUT OF A SNAKE Rain.It spillson the window,cursive writinglike hands knottedthat rememberthings I’ve alwayswanted to do. I once worked on an assembly line making flat-pack strawberry boxes. I just wanted someone to talk to while the boys were at school. But talking was forbidden, except during break. The moon.The stars.There’s…
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Bloganuary Day 1
TEN THINGS I’D TELL MY MUCH YOUNGER SELF 1.She will make you a donkey, though she says it’s a bear, and you’ll name it Cedric, (go ahead and spell it with an S if that’s what you want). You’ll take him with you everywhere, and his ear will fall off. 2.You’re the only one you’ve…
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