Tag: socs

• 5 March: Stream of Consciousness Saturday

  

  Captain Ahab It’s getting cold, and it’s raining again, and the one-legged pigeon is stood like a moody hiss on the gutter, staring in the frosty window at me as I crunch on toasted raisin bread. This bread’s been in the freezer for about a year, about the same time as when I named that…

  Misky

  Mar 5, 2023

  #SOCS, AI Art, Poetry, prose

  #SOCS, prose, socs

• 12.03.22 #SOCS Trip

  

  My first impression: the hand of catastrophe slapped us, and we are its remnants. It’s 11am. Where are the people? Bond Street is nearly empty. A man is laughing with his girl friend, must be a girl friend, their limbs are entangled like ivy. He’s strapped into a backpack with words LONDON in bold letters.…

  Misky

  Mar 12, 2022

  #SOCS, photography, Poetry

  socs

• 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…

  Misky

  Jan 1, 2022

  #SOCS, Poetry

  amwriting, apoemday, josjojan, socs

• 11 September: Somewhere #socs

  

  Somewhere That’s the way of things, isn’t it,the past.Always waiting there. It’s a long shadow, likeboarded-up windows to keep out                    the sun and salt air, or like cold rooms where youdon’t dare breathe becausethe air is damp                    and…

  Misky

  Sep 11, 2021

  #SOCS, Poetry

  #SOCS, socs