Really loved the grittiness of the first poem, taking something that normally brings a sense of wonder, awe and joy into something grim and cynical (and I’m not even really the biggest fan of that style of storytelling). So great job there.
The clock one was eerie as heck, but I loved it. I kind of interpreted it as if the clock turned sentient. Amazing work all around. Faved to reference as inspiration later
Very nicely done, Sumojo. Time is definitely going to betray us when we turn the clocks back on Sunday, and we lose an hour's sleep. I don't know if you have that in Australia. I really wish they would discontinue it here.
When I was a child, we lived rural and no one actually prepared or celebrated Halloween except the classroom in the school. Or, if you lived in a town.
When my children were in school it was a time when suddenly Halloween was a time to beware of what children might find in their Treat bags, if they went trick or treating. As the children grew, we were more likely to buy them a bag of candy then take them into a nearby town to trick or treat.
Halloween for some people is just for fun. For me I basically just ignore it.
I am going to be 80 next March and I can hardly believe it, fortunately I have very good health and I don't take that lightly. Your comments are inspiring, thank you.
If I could use my mobile phone I would phone my Mum, she would be amazed to hear about the future she missed, mobile phones and the Internet. Secondly I would phone my Sister in law and tell her about her children and how they have grown up and are happy. Also I'd love to hear my dog Nacho bark or give me a cuddle just one more time.
It's complex this death and dying business. I'm not so much concerned about being dead I think it's the process that's a little worrisome.
My Grandad died in his sleep and that's the way I would like to go.
Fun words on a Saturday: cooking, frying, silence, potato chips, restaurant, chef and salt. There's a connection to the date and these words, can you guess what?
I’m unsure of the connection with today’s date. Maybe it’s a special day in the USA which we in Australia don’t observe. Anyhow the words made me think of fish and chips and how hungry I am right now. I love saltypotato chips but they must be sprinkled liberally in vinegar.
I love to go to our famous seafood restaurant in Fremantle and to watch the cheffrying mounds of chips and then as he lifts golden pieces of battered fish out of the hot oil. The chatter at the table stops and silence reigns as every begins to eat.
However I hate the lingering smell the next day when I’ve been cooking fish and chips at home.
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