Itchy Ankle’s first annual writing contest

A typo from Doris Brazil in reply to a recent post has sparked an idea for a readers’ contest. She wrote: I’d like to say that “naked men” is what brought me to Washington BC and Itchy Ankle, but it wasn’t.

I love the idea of Washington B.C. but am too ill-informed and unimaginative to spin this particular story. If you can write a couple of hundred words–or better yet, a Twitter-length 140 characters– that brings to life the nation’s capital at any time before Christ, or Itchy Ankle before what we laughingly call the modern era, then please pen them here. Modest prizes and international acclaim for the best entries.

You can check out some of my experiments here.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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7 Responses to Itchy Ankle’s first annual writing contest

  1. Doris says:

    Before BlarneyCrones 🙂

  2. Doris says:

    When is the closing date, Blabs? I shall draft out on Basildon Bond before writing my entry up on the computer. There’s not much I need at my age that I haven’t got but the acclaim would be useful.

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  4. Doris says:

    Ambient Itchy Ankle. Marshland, wetland, mango and bayou. Dirt roads; alligator alleys. Cajun bolt hole, Blarneycrone’s backwater. DC seems a million miles away yet in a reality a short airboat ride away.

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  6. Doris says:

    Haiku Itchy Ankle

    Two thousand BC
    And unrecognisable
    Is Itchy Ankle

    All the leaves are brown
    It’s Itchy Ankle Dreaming.
    And the sky is grey.

    Blabs home is a cave
    Peggoty’s all dressed in furs
    Captain’s tending plants.

    Pirate Mike’s camp fire,
    Barkis, Hunter gatherer
    Baby Jane’s drinking.

    Outdoors Marilyn,
    Fighting a tiger
    A sabre-toothed one.

    Screeching sounds above,
    Pterodactyls overhead,
    Safer in the swamp.

    Bolt hole from DC
    Back then still a volcano
    And no train service

    Blab’s been for a walk
    Avoiding alligators
    On a winter’s day

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