Tag: #SOCS
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3 February: Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Perfect Timing Time has a perfect view of my life. A clock in the kitchen, well, three actually, the microwave, the oven, and one on the wall that calibrates itself with some radio in Greenwich, a process worth marvelling over, if I cared to. And there’s a clock in the living room, two to be…
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29 January: Stream of Consciousness
Sunday morning: (304 words) He’s sitting in his brand new car, my neighbour, reading the user manual, I assume, although a moment later I see it’s The Times newspaper. He turns the page, shakes it straight, and folds it into a manageable rectangle. It rests on his steering wheel, and he’s drinking coffee with a…
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21 January: Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Count On It ……. my eyes are pinned to workmen down the street, yellow and white stripe van with little amber lights on top, and they’re pulling thick cables from a wooden spool, the likes of which would make an interesting table for the patio, a great improvement on our wrought iron one with the…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
In Search of Wild Garlic Spring ends on Thursday.Or it might be Friday. That’s what the weatherman says. Wintery showers.Maybe snow.Nonsense.It’s 19º and sunny today. I’m foragingfor wild garlicon the creek embankment. Maybe it’s too early, althoughmagazines are fullof wild garlic. Soup. Pasta. Pesto. Avoiding stuff by the footpath,or the road. The county spraysweird-smelling stuff…
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13.02.22: Stream of Consciousness Saturday “fortune”
How Long Is Your Length of String How long is a length of windthat gusts in gallops. Does itblow longer than childhood. Pity that mother slicing a loafthin enough to last 4 or 5 days longer. Or is it longer than build-up to war. Longerthan peace that never lasts. A hungry wolf’s in this wind,beating…
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5.02.22 Stream of Consciousness Saturday #socs
A Little Night Music The clock’s ticking toward midnight,and it ticks forward and forwardand still forward morelike some shimmering starsending signals to the moon, and time is a minute longand eighty-nine years wide,and another pageof someone’s past is writteninto this colour-blind night. Stream of Consciousness Saturday “Pages” Image February Frost by William Ogilvie. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY I can’t be the only one thinking morning comes too soon, and if we can put men on the moon, why can’t we change the feel of rain. It rained all night, and now there’s a magpie legging about in the gutter by the bedroom window. Magpies haven’t a clue how…
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Q9 and Stream of Consciousness Saturday
IT’S STILL LIFE In the next 72-hoursor it might be less, these things areimpossibly imprecise, this blogineum ormaybe it’s blogitsky will be renamed, andgiven a new address. The new address is misky.uk and Plumb Lines is now called It’s Still Life because most people don’t know what a plumb line is. It was likely a poor choice on my…
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For Miz Quickly’s Day Two: All About Heat
Miz Quickly’s Day Two: All About Heat I.I Remember Rain That Felt Like Silk I’ll be an old nag, obdurate, andstill sucking on a Werther’s Originalby the time temperatures soar likewhat Attenborough’s always saying, and I reckon the wind will bloweight-beats to a measure with yourhair-blowing cyclonic in your face,with brown-burnt grass torched off the…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: New Shoes
25 September: I won’t get far in these shoes. New, they are. My feet are little piggies. Pink and squealing. But I will them on, walk walk, to go on, just like the seasons. Surprising that the leaves are turning overhead. Seems too soon. Most have fallen on the autumn grass, crinkly and twisted as…
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