Month: Aug 2024
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17 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O in the One that Got Away As deep as mossthat holds footprintsthere beside the creek beyond the glint of sunwas the trout that Dadwas never able to catch Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned.…
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16 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O In Oh Mum didn’t want a dog, didn’t want cats, didn’t much have room in her life for kids either she once told me, but like it or not here I am, I replied. I was 12. To my eyes, she was as old and rough-tongue…
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15 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O in Oh Osnabrück’s Bocksturm “Witch’s” Tower There are places in this city that draw my eyes downward to the smooth-worn cobblestones, to broken feet and courageous eyes, to the shifts in colour by the ancient towers, to ribbons of silk in the hot blue sky, and…
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14 August: A Six – Part: 22, Mycorrhizae
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 22 “Mycorrhizae” Last week: “Yes, I am hungry,” his eyes laugh, but his expression is dialed-to-neutral. “You seek advice, Brigid, which I cannot offer until your thirst is deep enough; advice must be cool water to a dry throat,” and I look…
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11 August: dVerse Dreams
Crystalline Obsidian shine,amethyst light,moonstone rite,silver bright, bracelets,secrets,charms thatdo no harm, dreamt my armwas crystalline. Written for dVerse Dream Poem. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for…
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5 August: A Six – Part 21: The Beauty of Imperfection
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 21 “The Beauty of Imperfection” last week: “I fill my lungs with swirling night air, look up at the amber light filling the window of my flat, and shout … “You look uncomfortable,” I say , and Hanzō nods, “Wabi-sabi,” and…
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