Category Archives: Mostly Micro

The Sands of Nag Hammadi

Posted on April 2, 2019 by crispina kemp

In 1945 thirteen leather-bound papyrus codices were found at Nag Hammadi, Egypt, believed buried after 367 when St Athanasius declared anathema such non-canonical books. Today, all but a few of the 52 treatises recovered are known as the Gnostic Gospels. … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Piss-Poor Pete

Posted on April 1, 2019 by crispina kemp

I have a soft spot for Piss-Poor Pete. Born to penniless parents, far from a beach in Northern Territory; cut school early to earn a living; couldn’t find work so joined the army; broke his back vaulting a horse and … Continue reading →

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Four Funerals and a Wedding

Posted on March 18, 2019 by crispina kemp

What a week. Four funerals attended, done nothing but rain. But come Saturday week I don’t care if the sun does hide. For then strong-limbed  young Bridget becomes my flame-headed Bride. Oops, not Rams Island, not even Northern Ireland. My … Continue reading →

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CCC#18: The Dragon and the Genii

Posted on March 14, 2019 by crispina kemp

T’were green, it was T’were ‘ooge Drizzling teeth it ‘ad, breathing fire But we ‘adn’t no fear, we ‘d not We’d a few bottled-genii in ‘ere. Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #18

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Exiled Son of an Exile

Posted on March 11, 2019 by crispina kemp

Honourless banishment for the father Honourless exile for father’s child too Three years in exile, this son of an exile Remembered always, Erik Thorvaldsson Written for What Pegman Saw

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CCC#17: That Carnal House Reek …

Posted on March 7, 2019 by crispina kemp

I knew what lurked beneath that bridge Could smell its carnal-house reek But I was the oldest, I couldn’t refuse it. ‘Okay, Mr Troll, I’m crossing it now.’ Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #17

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What Pegman Saw: At Portmeirion

Posted on March 4, 2019 by crispina kemp

The elves came out of the woods, came into the open. ‘Where shall we build our new homes?’ asked the headman, Alvyn. ‘I know,’ said Damh the Bard, ‘let’s build of stone at Portmeirion.’ Written for What Pegman Saw Who’s … Continue reading →

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CCC15: Mortality

Posted on February 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

Flower. Annual. Faded. Flagging. Head-hanging. Dying Reminder of our mortality. Helianthus Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #15 I’d like to thank The Haunted Wordsmith for introducing me to this form: the Didactic Cinquain

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What Pegman Saw: Them

Posted on February 18, 2019 by crispina kemp

I turned the corner and there she was, sat on the bench outside the inn. Alone. By the way she dressed, I thought her a man. But closer, I saw her breasts, unbound. I swept a look round, fearful a … Continue reading →

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CCC14: Road to Nowhere

Posted on February 14, 2019 by crispina kemp

Remember the road: The road to nowhere; Nowhere, where I go to dream; Dream of better days, a better year: A year that brings you home to me, To me from out of nowhere Written from Crimson’s Creative Challenge #14

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