Late August, late afternoon, the slant of sun and shadow. The black-green leaves, the yellow- green light through them...
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@lydiaschoch Thank you for asking---#LossLit is a writing session every Wednesday, 9-11 pm UK time. Everyone is welcome. You can find out more at @LossLitWeds on Twitter. But you can post #LossLit or #JoyLit theme anytime!

mid-August afternoon, the sound of acorns falling

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Nagasaki Day--affirming peace
the sparrows preening in the ginkgo tree. Smell of wildfire smoke, I think of the fires in Maui....
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From compost to compost, the forgotten zucchini
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Nests and wind, my father used to say.
Nests and wind, I say, sweeping up after the storms.
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One of the things I miss about the bird site is the #LossLit movement.

One night a month where anybody interested would post a short piece of prose or poetry or fragment of writing about loss under that hashtag.

I'd love to see that happen here.

@MarjoleinRotsteeg One of the things I miss about the bird site is the #LossLit movement.

One night a month where anybody interested would post a short piece of prose or poetry or fragment of writing about loss under that hashtag.

I'd love to see that happen here.

You're beautiful in the dark, the boys all said. She grew up to study auroras and eclipses. The Northern Tribes welcomed her, a lost sister returned.
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I'll never get another cat, she said. Then, she met the ginger kitten in the alley.
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I'll never get another cat, she said. Then, she met the ginger kitten in the alley.
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Admiring the eggplants, the produce lady and I talk about the war in Ukraine
#LossLit #senryu

I remember when we had tornado drills, said the older teacher. There were shooter drills when I was a student, too, the younger teacher said.
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Life puts scars on you--on my hand, a crescent moon
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And the dead walk beside us, as we shuffle through dry leaves, sisters and ancestors, all the cats you ever loved. The sky so blue you can almost see through it.
A spotted dog on the hill.
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rainy day savings
a leak in the roof
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Days of overcast grey, I'm wearing colors today! Magenta and mustard and spring grass green...
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"And so, because I am heartbroken, and because basil has such a frightfully short shelf life, I make tomato sauce."

I make the Family Spaghetti from The Bear https://nothingbutawordbag.wordpress.com/2022/11/23/garlic-discomfit-the-bear-in-the-kitchen/ #TheBear #RecipeTheory #AmCooking #FoodWriting #LossLit

warm air from the late-nite laundromat,
the smell of peonies in November
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Cold wind--
warm air from the laundromat,
peonies in November
#LossLit