Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

The Pancake Threaders Stance

Posted on December 31, 2019 by crispina kemp

Complex is the typical Pancake Threaders’ stance Complex the steppings with complex treadings Complex the weavings with complex threadings Complex their roles for who’s to play lead and who’s to pay heed Complex, the structure of a typical Pancake Threaders’ … Continue reading →

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His Sister’s New Boyfriend

Posted on December 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

Robby sat back in his sister Lisa’s armchair and watched. He didn’t much rate Lisa’s new boyfriend. A bit fly, a trumpeter. Robby had already clocked the tree. “Where’d yer get that?” “I have contacts.” Hmm. Now he was doling … Continue reading →

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Raised Against Us

Posted on December 10, 2019 by crispina kemp

We numbered only a third of when we started; the journey had eaten us, taken our strength, yet strengthened our purpose. As we crested the hill, we saw our destination. A planned town, built in cruciform, four gates opening to … Continue reading →

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What I Mean…

Posted on December 2, 2019 by crispina kemp

Philology? No, morphology. Not phenomenology? No, and neither physiology. So, not anatomy nor neurology? You’re thinking only of biology. Ah, geology then, like… geochronology? No. Not even geomorphology. None of that is what I mean by morphology. 37 words, written … Continue reading →

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The Curse

Posted on November 26, 2019 by crispina kemp

You cannot imagine how it is to live for so long not knowing why you remain young while others age, not knowing why you live while others die. Then the memory returns. It doesn’t come to you slowly, piece by … Continue reading →

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In Athens

Posted on November 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

In Athens the citizens gathered at the ecclesia to discuss and agree a solution to the increasing problem of their laws. Passed by word of mouth and laced with blood feuds, impossible to track and to apply with justice. Word … Continue reading →

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At the Meeting of One with Another

Posted on November 12, 2019 by crispina kemp

We humans have recognised the liminal times since our first awakening – the change of winter into spring, of summer into winter, the pivotal solstice as the old year yields to the new. So too the liminal places where water … Continue reading →

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Man, he’s crazy

Posted on November 5, 2019 by crispina kemp

I saw him paddling a surfboard along the Thames. Why? I asked. Surf’s up, man, he said. Yea, down in the Cornish bays. I saw him atop Clifton Bridge attached to a rope. Why? I asked. Bungee jumping, he said. … Continue reading →

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Wind-wafted Veils

Posted on October 22, 2019 by crispina kemp

The lights shimmered, wind-wafted veils of delicate hues, green and blue, yellow and red, that poured through the star-guarded hole. Aurora strained to hear their song. Her home. 28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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Leave My Brain

Posted on October 15, 2019 by crispina kemp

Replace this face with one that’s younger, fresher, not so worn Replace this back with one that’s stronger, not so aching, not so torn Replace this neck with one that’s looser, with traps that aren’t so tight Replace this wrist, … Continue reading →

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