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Lips in Stitches

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The way we have breakfast does vary. We don't have to share a table, because we share living here, in our lovely, ridiculous swamp, and that means we have to be a team, or there is no fire, no jam, no cider, no comfort and no fun. Laughing is still more important than wishes!  321 Pour porridge oats, the texture Yielding and rough, mix to taste, Mine is a thick paste, undercooked And flavoured with jam 322 This morning I choose quince From the jam scrap jars massing In the fridge, dump a spoonful Into the chipped bowl of hot oats 323 By western standards we are Not wealthy, nevertheless Five kinds of jam can be found Here in our refrigeration device 324 Boy likes supermarket generic Hoops and milk, he holds the bowl With 2 equidistant flaws, while he Heckles the stats of the M1 Grant tank 325 Mr, after walking twice through The house, spectacle hunting, settles For hoops and milk, sat at his laptop Folds it out like

The Second Coffee

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Boy (what we call him, not his real name) is always going outside just to see what's about. Ice is a particular fascination. He has a natural scientific curious exploratory type of mind. We found some human bones once, but we were exploring an abandoned church crypt.  311 Signs of this family rousing From sleep; Footsteps Toilet flushes, mumbling Retraced steps for things forgotten 312 Cereal bowls take their Morning journey, cups swoop From hooks, kettle flies To tap and back, spoon tray clatters 313 Dog stares it is her Jedi mind Trick to get breakfast Every morning her bowl is Replenished, clever mind trick 314 Washing machine jaw opens On a side hinge, dirty clothes Stuffed in to rumble Through the belly drum 315 Second coffee. Around this Percolated calm, problems arise But the lost trousers will be Inevitably, in the airing cupboard 316 Other lost items materialise, such as shoes Drying on the hear

Guano for the Soul

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When in doubt, celebrate- one of my favourite life rules. It is more cheerful than sensible.  This was not factory farmed pig, incidentally, which is why we had to wait for a bargain before we could indulge. Overall, we aim for responsible freedom, which is cheerful, sensible and affordable on a limited income. And string does make a good drawer handle, although after some years of heavy use the one on the cutlery drawer has frayed and needs replacing.  301 Easing back to tired, sitting On a rickety chair, eyes shut The sun rises, later than me Bathes this weary face in light 302 Quiet time, before the Post arrives, before I vex Over what disturbances may Slap down on the doormat 303 If just a little bit more arrives Than departs, my guarded   Jubilant budget will dissipate Exasperating material frets 304 Necessity has mothered some Invention and adopted some Attitude. We have replaced the Broken drawer handles with string 3

Tae Kwon Do Tale 2

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Exciting new work from the winner of the prestigious Best Bonkers Ghost Story TAGB Summer Camp 2010! How Kwon Recovered From Death, Which Is Usually Quite Fatal Kwon was not just not like other ducks. He was not like other mortal creatures. He stood out in his family, as his parents and grandparents and brothers and sisters, and everyone but him, were in the normal range of duck forms and sizes. He stood out in the world, being 18 feet tall with steel kneecaps, sharp teeth and a fist on the end of each wing. This is not enough to explain how, after dying in terrible agony from a spattering of partially digested exceptionally poisonous smelly troll food, he managed to get better. To understand this, the story must go back to before he was born, to the time that Kwon’s parents, Mr and Mrs Noodle, were excitedly expecting their first batch of eggs. Mrs Noodle was anxious about the safety of her babies, so she asked Mr Noodle to find a mountain peak to build a nest on

Set of Six for Christmas

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Whatever else you do over the winter holidays, time spent eradicating barriers to newly resonating embracement* is never time wasted. (*Playing with tinsel, or tree baubles, or anything shiny) String and foil makes tinsel, simple Ingredients, which the youngest And the oldest absorb best, one For novelty, one for resonance This is how I learn Christmas My mother carries a tray, she Is in her dressing gown, smiling, a Whole mug of bubbly chocolate each In twists of plastic and electric Berry sized bulbs, recollections Accumulate, associate, illuminate Impressionable years of imagination The tradition with Dog is to gather all Discarded wrapping paper into one Cardboard box, drop in one dog treat Say ‘Find’ and cheer on the shredding Cat will sit in her basket knowing, turkey Scraps are coming, soliloquising, solemn faced On canine clowning, as though a piece of Twitched tinsel couldn’t cause kittenish pouncing There is

Back to the drunk, and the dance

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291 The man who drank to forget Wakes up. He shakes as he moves from Bed to bathroom, his world is shattered This is the ice-cold start to living alone 292 He has reached out his hand To the other side of the bed, pressed His palm on flat blankets, across the Slight hollow in the mattress 293 In loss, an imprint exists, it is No less transient than the life Of the memory that holds it Nor any less unique or precious 294 The whole solar system has a shelf life Making perspective simple from intellectual Angles. Life is more than cerebral for people Stars have life cycles not funeral rites 295 Ketchup has been left with the lid off Sticky and vulnerable like a tracheotomy It’s mostly sachets in cafes these days Split open heart-pods lying on side plates 296 She wakes naked with achy feet, parched Skin, echoing head, seeks comfort in Pulsation of water, the congruous Drum of indoor plumbing 297 Oh the be

About Not Rolling Crap In Glitter

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A Seasonal Message 'Furthering my quest to appreciate life, to actually be bothered to find the extraordinary in the ordinary detail of life, I have set myself this task. I use the word miracle to describe the act of seeing the moments where something wonderful is happening (if you are looking at it correctly.) I think I need about 41.66 per hour to cover 24 hours. Further miracle reports to follow.' [1,000 Miracles In One Day] 'You can't polish a turd, but you can roll it in glitter.' A Compare and Contrast of these statements is more serious than you might think! The second one is much funnier and more quotable. The first one takes a liberty with the word miracle which may raise an amused eyebrow. But! If you can be bothered to have a think about it, if you can be bothered to try finding your own, you might get a longer deeper happiness buzz by learning to see what is beautiful in your life, and then you can take the turd, compost it and gro

290: Eaten by heat

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We don't use the microwave everyday, but it is bright red and regularly admired by us. Unlike the rest of The Microwave Corner, which is an annoying mess. Other house place names are The Useful Drawer, The Wurlitzer and the Box Office.  281 In the cool clear blue sky, the sunlight Liberated from mist, skims over white Fleece surface, splits through a teardrop Gem circling in the kitchen window 282 The kitchen is warmed and filled With cuts of rainbow light from the Gyratory crystal. Shut my eyes, put the Sun on my face, have a tropical moment 283 Temperatures trigger sense memory; from The squashed breath-recycling aircraft aisle I drag my crumpled self out to the sensation Of engulfment, the warm air swallows me up 284 I am inside the belly of heat, feel the haze Of absorption, the ground heat of airport tarmac Wants to digest me, I am assimilated, then Freeze-shocked by arrival-lounge air-conditioning 285 The traffic

Putting a smile on the irregular face

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This day of miracle-points has nearly reached 7am, so not long till breakfast now. And the thrill of a new toothbrush has never worn off, and I will cry if it does.  271 From the shower room to The bedroom, a skin prickling Towel wrapped race Against cold air 272 At the mist edge, down By the reed bed, by the stream A furtive shape of cat slinks Hoping to blindside a shrew 273 Babies are awake. Bossy Dependent variable creatures Lacking calculated phrases Express values in tears and smiles 274 Wakeful infants learn stuff fast Here is one intently trialling Up-tucked knees in a pilot Crawling discovery exercise 275 In the crawl endeavour, the physical Method of reductive reasoning is  Favoured by infants. Each face-plant to The floor is a catalyst to change 276 As far as laundry is concerned Segregation is practical, so if bold Shades hang on the line, a heap Of pale is prepped next 277 I admire the curv

The Debt We Owe To Victorious Kwon

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Another interruption to my Miracle hunt project, but a distraction is as good as a rest! This is another story written for adults to read to children. It's about a Tae Kwon Do training exercise and it began its gestation when I began teaching these techniques to children. The more gruesome the story attached the more they understood and enjoyed the exercise. I tried the same approach with adults and it also works. It was just verbal fun until our 2010 TAGB West of England Summer Camp, when we were asked to write a ghost story, and I put Kwon on the page. I think if he had a Facebook page he would have more friends than me very quickly, so for reasons of professional jealousy he is currently banned.  Winner of the prestigious Best Bonkers Ghost Story TAGB Summer Camp 2010 The Debt We Owe To Victorious Kwon Kwon wasn’t like the other ducks. He was 18 feet tall, his kneecaps were made of steel and on the end of each wing he had a fist. He wasn’t the sort of

Don't feed the Drama Vampire!

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Stillpower: The True Path to Flow, Clarity, and Responsiveness This here article link also neatly links to my approach to writing. The source of creativity is often associated with wild emotional states, as though you have to tear yourself apart and use the bits to paint something dramatic. Peacefulness is seen as static and therefore unproductive, but the calmer I get, the easier the words and the meanings flow. Experience of life's dramas helps understanding but it needn't, it shouldn't, become an addiction.    Read and learn; peace out! xx

Poor spiders, always drowning

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The two roasting tin spiders were buried under a rosebush, I decided it would be the respectful thing to do; plus then they would become spider-ghost house guardians, always a useful addition to any household. The other weird thing I discovered one morning in our kitchen was the burnt earwig, standing in the middle of a gas hob, like an insect at Pompeii, a perfect ash statue of itself.  261 Mouse cremations are rarely Observed but here is an apostrophied Corpse on a dried grass mound Waiting for a starting spark 262 Stride through stratus, back to My crumbly house, the sun Also pushes, promises later Heat, as this mist dissipates 263 Drama occurs in the roasting Rack tin when two spiders are Found drowned in the pig’s blood Under the dinner joint 264 There are thirteen folk arts Vital to this industrious cottage Roasting meat is listed third One of six respecting food 265 Mindful preparation of meals Decelerates pace, a