Misterkaki

11/10/2022

After a warm September the weather is taking on a Autumnal feel and nearly all of us have experienced some rain recently.  The leaves of some older trees are starting to turn colour. The trees on the Nursery have continued to grow through September,  particularly the Apples & Pears. This has been ...

21/09/2019

Nobody's slave! If I work for anybody, myself, it's because my hearts in it, fully and I am committed to the craft, project, or person.

19/09/2019

18/04/2019

Feline sits, in succsessional stance,as yet, prays, not too overtly.Step by step, surelyfor he is schooled.Forms, ascent;observancesmeditation,practice,daily.Door,shegazes.The way ofenlightenmentth…

18/03/2019

How much power do you need, to take from us? Have we not heard already years, half asleep, just awake, degraded humanity, to hear? Enough perhaps, to hear the obvious, our arms swirling. Perhap…

02/03/2019

Manuscript: 11,000 words, 99 pages, 68 original pieces of writing . A little W.B. Years and Hafiz.

28/02/2019

  We have had a lot of inquiries about the Sudden Denouement Short Story Contest. We received 129 submissions to the contest from all over the globe and the editors recently completed their f…

28/02/2019

‘ The Egtved Girl ‘ by Tim Miller. Recited from his book ‘ Bone, Antler, Stone ‘. 2 minutes recital

13/02/2019

Innaugral podcast on my misterkaki-writer Substack website. 'The Nature of Challenge and the Challenge of Nature'

Listen now (2 min) | For some additional insights into my forthcoming book 'Pilgrim.Decade - the dead reckoning’ see: misterkaki on WordPress misterkaki.blog

21/12/2018

  Not to remain in any shape, removing the real flesh, body, actuality of the warmth of my exhaled breath. Seeing to it that I cannot and will not now be confined to a box within another& #8217…

19/12/2018

Our Free Thought Thursday writing prompt this week was Your Smile. Every week we will share the top three responses to our prompt; taken from WordPress and Facebook. Enjoy! Your Smile – L. E…

28/11/2018

Your calls entrance me into that lull, in the inky lurid blackness. When it is all night, nothing but night. You are pulling up a satin sheet; inhaling pure starlight to sigh it out over that chosen dewfield of your body. Secretly lustful incantations