a dictionary of spectral curiosities
I'm lucky enough to have been travelling a lot these past few days, and this plus a lack of access to the internet has meant that I have somewhat fallen behind on the NaPoWriMo challenge. Well, today I am catching up and repaying my three-poem debt! For day 12, I wrote about an unimportant detail …
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Where I come from, people would use the expression (literally translated as) "sun with teeth" to refer to sunny, yet freezing cold weather, such as one might experience in winter. Today's poem speaks of one such day, following the prompt for day 10 of NaPoWriMo. Toothed Sun The sun is baring his teeth today, my …
For day 9 of NaPoWriMo, the suggestion was to write a poem inspired by one of the lists in Sei Shounagon's Pillow Book. Things That Hide Under Your Bed Stray socks, uncharted hills of dust, spiders waiting to clear away the spoils of Sunday breakfasts, lost pen caps, found trinkets, temptations never acted on, a spare …
After a few days of exhaustion, and feeling like I'm just barely pulling through with the NaPoWriMo challenges, I'm finally getting some of that mojo back! For day 8, the prompt called that we write a poem making use of some specialist jargon, and I went all out! My sardonic researcher persona came through, and …
The second week of NaPoWriMo is almost upon us, and here I am, trying really hard to hold on! For day 7, the prompt was to write a poem about what we would give to ourselves or others, and that just meant another whimsical piece for me. Wish List An old house in a quiet …
Today's prompt was to write a poem of possibilities, and, feeling rather whimsical tonight, I decided to do one about – A Tarot Reading Temperance – holding the scales, she tells of balance yet to be achieved, because the Queen of Swords now holds the stage, eyes shooting daggers. The Sun is out of her …
Today I have found it particularly difficult to gather my thoughts into a poem, but somehow I've done it. The prompt for day 4 was to write a sad poem in simple words, and maybe use a sonnet structure in the process. One-sided Conversation I was on the bus when I saw your email. You …
My first encounter with snails must have been when I was but little, maybe 6 or so. I was in the countryside and snails came out in scores after the refreshing summer rain. I quickly became fascinated with their beautiful shells, their considered pace, and the sensation of their cold, moist flesh across the skin …
Found these two lovely photo-postcards at a flea market in Italy. Judging from the clothing style and  the automobile, I'd date them to the early 20th century, possibly the 1920s, but please do correct me if I'm wrong. They were displayed together with other photo-postcards in which various people from the group photo also …
This is a short and (for me) experimental piece, mixing fiction and non-fiction. I haven't written much creatively in a long while, and this baby just wanted out, so here I am, unleashing it upon the world. Constructive feedback and thoughts are always appreciated. (Full piece after the cut!) ¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬ There are days when the …
