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My latest missives & musings
Walk the wind
April 13, Napowrimo 2026. Today we are to try our hand at writing our own poem about a remembered, cherished landscape. It could be our grandmother’s backyard (did that in Napowrimo 2025), our schoolyard basketball court (didn’t have one of those), or a tiny strip of woods near the railroad tracks (possible). At some point…
Henry and me
April 12, Napowrimo 2026. Today, we are challenged to write our own poem that recounts a memory of a beloved relative, and something they did that echoes through our thoughts today.Henry Parker is my one of my Great, Great, Great Grandfathers. He was the last Station Master at Watchet station in Somerset before the working…
Fishing in frocks
April 11, Napowrimo 2026. Today’s prompt did not inspire me, I blame day one, all will be clear on that when you read my near Haiku below. A wet stag weekend,Fishing in frocks and tights,Words put the world to rights. I’m sorry haikuI may have just messed with youFeel free to blame the wine.
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