Category Archives: Mostly Micro

This Eden in the East

Posted on June 3, 2019 by crispina kemp

Far out to sea beneath the heavy swell There is a land the ancients trod, so I hear tell. Their way of life we cannot know, What they ate, what plants did grow; They fished, of that no doubts I’ve … Continue reading →

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CCC#29: Knight Vigil

Posted on May 30, 2019 by crispina kemp

Yesterday a squire, Tomorrow a knight. And for this darkness between? The wizard had told him to pray for a vision; A vision would show him what he would be. But now first light was breaking, and no vision granted. … Continue reading →

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To Spin, or Not to Spin …

Posted on May 28, 2019 by crispina kemp

‘Listen,’ Kerrid said. ‘When you spin fibres to make thread, you do the spinning and the fibres are spun.’ ‘Wrong, Wise-Woman.’ Huat shook his head at her. ‘I don’t spin. If I could do spinning, I wouldn’t need you to … Continue reading →

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CCC#28: The Paint Job

Posted on May 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

Major Marjoram was a trifle discombobulated to find a young man in his garden with palette and easel. ‘And who the blinking blighty are you?’ he bellowed across the hen-pecked yard. ‘Me?’ the young man looked round to see who … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Maureen Applegate’s Black Bastard

Posted on May 20, 2019 by crispina kemp

To see him stood like a sentinel beside his suitcase, a photo clutched to his chest, brought unstoppable tears to Maureen’s eyes. ‘That, my boy,’ his father had said, ‘is where we’re to live.’ ‘Now you remember,’ Maureen told him. … Continue reading →

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No Denial

Posted on May 14, 2019 by crispina kemp

Did you love him? Who me? Don’t be ridiculous. Did you send him that letter? Certainly not. I would not. Did you take the photos? Of him and that girl? No, wasn’t me. Did you tamper with his car? And … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Stones for the Dead

Posted on May 13, 2019 by crispina kemp

Wood is for the living; stone for the dead. That’s the old way. Yes, Papa, but if we keep chopping down trees and grubbing them up, there’ll be nothing left but the ancestral stones. My boy, my boy, we honour … Continue reading →

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CCC#26: Mutton Jeff

Posted on May 9, 2019 by crispina kemp

Jeff strained on tiptoes atop his post. But still no sign of his relief. Do not leave your post, they drummed into him when first he enlisted. And his post was to guard this stretch of coast. Bored, frustrated, he … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Semjaza’s Descent

Posted on April 22, 2019 by crispina kemp

This wasn’t his first tour of duty; he’d been stationed here twice, though it was his first visit to this southern continent. He shuddered and quivered: his body’s rebellion. How did the grey techs do it? It wasn’t only the … Continue reading →

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A Salve for My Skin

Posted on April 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake … Um, ladies … Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog. Ladies, wait! Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s … Continue reading →

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