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  Tomorrow Never Comes The orcas decreed  that the dolphin’s wedding should be delayed by a day. Delayed till tomorrow, if tomorrow ever came. This would give more time, they said, to decorate the wedding gowns, to weave more shells into the kelp, the tiniest of muscle shells for him in every shade of blue, sweet pink cockle shells for her, sometimes veering towards red as if warning of danger. The music was to be rock ‘n’ roll, played by the Killers, of course on improvised pianos. The octopus was responsible for the wedding breakfast. He had enlisted the help of every friend to enlarge and beautify his garden. To transport rocks with anemones attached and bring a multitude of coloured pebbles and shells to enclose the fishy titbits collected specially for the feast. But in spite of their reassurances, still he worried about the guest list. So many orcas and dolphins who did not have a good reputation so far as the octopuses were concerned. But the garden was beautiful and su...
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  I Am A Child I am a child of the revolution created by the wake of fascism and imperialism, that sought to construct  a more just society. I am a child numbed by poverty,  stultified by working class conformity, of a mother who wanted better for me, but also wanted to keep me the same. I am a child of these contradictions who became a rebel  in the cultural revolution of the rock and roll generation. Who was liberated by student life, by control of fertility, by other places,  by the music and art  all parents hated. I am still that child. This is what made me. This is what shaped me and became part of my present,  became part of my future. Sometimes I have tried to escape it. Sometimes I still do. https://4fprocknroll.blogspot.com/2025/05/lynn-white.html
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  Beat He was a hermit living in a cave with his cats. He had a long strong thread made of cat gut. The vultures had eaten the meat. He didn’t eat cat. He sat all day each day playing cat’s cradle and all that jazz until one day they’d had enough. So they ate him up and played rock and roll clapping their wings in time as good as any drummers could be. https://4fprocknroll.blogspot.com/2025/05/lynn-white.html
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  Heavy Metal Consumed by flames metal melts consumed by flames into skeletons consumed by flames fresh faces form and consumed by flames revert to ore   and earth and dust and shocked by awe even heavy metal melts. https://feversofthemind.com/2025/05/18/ekphrastic-poetry-challenge-10-poems-from-several-poets/
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  Caterpillar When I was nine I stepped on a caterpillar accidentally   stepped on one end of a caterpillar and it’s caterpillar shape, bright emerald green, shot out the other end. Since then, I have taken great care never to step on a caterpillar again. https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2025/05/17/caterpillar-by-lynn-white/
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  In The Blue Of The Night The town had a reputation for greyness for granite and slate, for mist and rain. It was not an undeserved reputation but what she remembered most were the night skies, the blue, blue night skies midnight blue   bright skies lighting up the people making them shine and shimmer glowing with life. Nobody saw the grey. https://gobblersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2025/05/17/in-the-blue-of-the-night/
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  Who Am I I know that soon I must decide. I can’t escape my curls but the rest is still a collage of mismatched pieces not sure how to look or whether to smile. Sometimes I think I have no face, that I’m entirely made up of disparate pieces cut and pasted from who knows where unrecognisable as a face, as my face and waiting for a breath of life, waiting for me to decide. https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2025/05/night-dreams-and-fairy-tales.html