photo by Evan Dennis
So WordPress seems to have decided my comments are spam
. If you joined Three Line Tales last week and you’re in the upper half of yesterday’s round-up, it might be worth checking the comment spam on your dashboard. I gave up when I realised nothing I wrote got published, mind.
Now, I don’t know how WP (and/or Akismet) decide what constitutes spam. And I won’t be able to find out this week because of course this happens while WP are away on their annual get-together.
Just as I was going to ease myself back into blogging regularly, as well.
Mary’s tried to tell the
joke which, last night,
had her snort vodka and orange with laughter;
either she got it wrong or it isn’t actually all that funny.
not available for purchase:
time to just be
I am still here
because of you.
As long as you read, I’ll write.*
photo by Mayur Gala
But this month, I may not post as often as you’re used to – international move etc. Once it’s done, it will be business as usual.
The car crash barely left enough of you
for them to identify your remains,
and yet to me, the city is filled with traces of you.
FFfAW week 74 photo prompt (c) TJ Paris
‘ What does it says?’
‘The tattoo artist swore.’
‘And you believed him?’
‘He makes money from tourists. Why would he lie?’
‘Because he sees you walking in and knows he’ll get away with it. Because it adds to his collection of pictures of Western bimbos who thinks they’re superstars.’
‘He said it’s a traditional character, so maybe you can’t read it.’
‘Superstar. In traditional Chinese? You know, I hope it says idiot.’
‘Shouldn’t you know?’
‘Why? I was born here. And my grandparents came from Hong Kong. Mandarin is as foreign to me as it is to you.’
We know how it began and when,
and if we’re honest we could have nipped it in the bud
had we opposed them then
(the price we pay for saving our skin).
photo by Charlie Hang
Remember when the last
ferry terminal closed?
Our village celebrated taking back control of our borders with a great old fête.
Nobody suspected it was to keep us in as much as to keep them out.
We can’t see where I’m going, they complained.
It’s better that way, I wanted to reply
but instead, I said they had nothing