Category Archives: Mostly Micro

Through Sleep’s Fragile Film

Posted on March 16, 2020 by crispina kemp

In her bed yet in her head In her sleep, no place to keep Creeping through sleep’s fragile film In a dream, through veils unseen Into a world that is not ours Where five minutes lived might yet be hours … Continue reading →

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CCC70: Nelly and Sid

Posted on March 12, 2020 by crispina kemp

Sid was one hell of a guy with the girth of a giant and the heart of a saint, Nelly always was laughing, the happiest soul without restraint. They met one night at the harbour’s mouth, colliding, for lack of … Continue reading →

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Who But a Human

Posted on March 9, 2020 by crispina kemp

Perplexed, you say, pondering And I wonder what perplexities you mull upon now What confusion found though the evidence was clearly presented What contradictions cleverly wrought – in your opinion – to baffle and snaffle you What oxymorons, what tautologies, … Continue reading →

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Observations

Posted on March 2, 2020 by crispina kemp

Hand-axes, our first achievement While microliths marked the meso age Pottery, coiled and burnished, served neo farmers But copper and tin alloyed ushered in our worst epoch 27 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Epoch

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The Jobber’s Jobs

Posted on February 24, 2020 by crispina kemp

The way he cleared the site… that was thorough The clearings sorted into piles, biodegradable and non-perishable The way he loaded the metals and plastics into the skip… that was admirable The way he constructed a bonfire, safe so the … Continue reading →

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The Village Stones

Posted on February 17, 2020 by crispina kemp

Opinions were divided on the nature of the village stones. Were they carried here by giants to be sculpted in an ancient competition; said competition abandoned before any had completed a sculpture? Or were they beasts and beings, rejected and … Continue reading →

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A Ghost in a Glass

Posted on February 3, 2020 by crispina kemp

Look at her, how old… Those lines around her eyes… The drooping lids… The softening of cheeks not yet grown to jowls… Those lines that cut into her upper lip… A mouth too often pursed… The neck… No, that neck … Continue reading →

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CCC64: The Elders

Posted on January 30, 2020 by crispina kemp

“What’s that?” “What’s what?” I nodded at the structure. “Them.” “Oh, them. Them’s the Elders.” “What elders?” “The Elders that were here before we came.” “But nothing was here before we came.” “The Elders were here.” I looked at her. … Continue reading →

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Behind the Garden Shed

Posted on January 27, 2020 by crispina kemp

I knew a family of imps when I was a kid Lived behind the garden shed My folks never saw them Cos whenever they looked the imps promptly hid I’d talk to them often though they’d rather play Games vicious … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: A Score and a Half of Children

Posted on January 20, 2020 by crispina kemp

Izzy checked the address – such an English-looking cottage, with rambling roses over the porch; she knocked on the door. “Aunt Bessy?” Her voice trembled, shocked to see a woman whose iron-grey hair was crisp as a person of colour. … Continue reading →

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