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never miss a book signing event

word count

on a chart

observes

my own procrastination

of what sentence

to

write

next

to see the experiment continues -

infrastructure

and the stable earth

words mashed from: http://www.kerrynangell.com/

29311

geographical independence is necessary

a matter of locational and logistical diversity

our historical status

the serendipity of a normal year

its own eccentric self a

potential satellite

meetings in future will occur on a needs basis

words mashed from:

http://collectedworks-poetryideas.blogspot.com/2011/03/report-of-collected-works-bookshop.html

28311

If we can obtain the equipment

a bag of rice
the primary postures
focus mitts and one kick shield
six wide-eyed adults
the foot of a ladder
a nine-sentence saga
the pure falsetto
of an impassioned community

the first player to reach the final space wins the game

the Tanzanian postal service is a nightmare

words mashed from http://www.inkandbeans.com

27311

the home front

this is an action
for some while past

his busy calendar
the collected works
of the tinker bell times

hit and run
by a gang of smiling youths
february 26, 1916

history is dismissed
or often forgotten

long may this remain

26311

a cat walks gingerly
over the wet leaves
of summer's decay

= #haiku

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electric monks

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dawn drizzle,
the breakfast chemistry set -
an amber moon

- #haiku

Winner of a prized Haiku Bandit Society Moon Viewing Party Dottie Dot Award!
Thankyou Dottie.

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lifted by lips
already wet -
take a number

18311

grey iris halo -
the night's
pale pupil

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The daily season creep: 26608 - 11311

11311 was the last post in the first series of the daily season creep.

I am blogged out. Haiku, haiga and pictures, I've shared a lot.

Some of you, especially Lorraine, have commented, leaving supportive notes, sharing your likes and dislikes. I thank you for following and for commenting.

Sometimes it's been a struggle to find something to publish. I can look back and see the quality err. I can see the sudden shifts, too, when a new idea has saved me from silence. At the moment, though, the cupboard is empty. I do not want to force myself, to publish the lame, to repeat myself, nor to reach back to really old stuff, because that's not where I am at the moment.

It's been a fun ride. I hope you have enjoyed it, too.

I will be back when I feel fresh and have useful something to add. I might also do some consolidation, making more postcards and what-nots from my image stock.

Please feel free to leave any eulogies for the daily season creep in the comments below.

comrade harps

11311

satellites pass -
The Smiths,
in my ears

#haiku

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wave break man, Bondi

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a leap in the road -
beneath us,
the bay
- #haiku

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a moment of thought - Bondi

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welcome to the machine

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What he saw @Bondi