Month: Jun 2025
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24 June: A Six Sentence Story
11 of 27: Drowndusk – Love buried beneath duty A Six Sentence Requiem Elira’s hands move through dishwater like archivists—scrub, rinse, stack; across the kitchen, Jonan sits sidewise at the table, lost in the morning newspaper, sipping coffee that’s as smooth as the wedding band she never takes off. Felreil doesn’t hide in the shadows;…
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23 June: The Book of 27 Liturgy
11 of 27: Drowndusk Liturgy Love Buried Beneath Duty I. The VowDrowndusk does not begin at the altar—it begins at the sink,where two pairs of handswash the same dishand never brush,where “I do” turns slowlyinto “I will.”“I must.” The chains are forged of good intentions,each link a promise:to stay, to care, sacrifice—until the metal grows…
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23 June: Journal of Thoughts
Liturgy for a Southern Virginia Rain I. The Invocation of Rainit falls through the sieve of live oak,birch, and maple—not a baptism so much asa mending.Each drop stitches the airto the earthwith threads of warm silver. II. And Then the Chasea cursive argument betweentwo lizards, they dart acrossthe fence’s warped spine— they know what we…
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22 June: Endocrine Alchemy
Endocrine Alchemy Hormones are the inkin the body’s love letters … adrenaline’s draft,cortisol’s postscript,oxytocin lickingthe envelope shut. They hum alchemy:turn bread into fire,salt into song,a stranger’s glanceinto a stanza of sweat. and you thoughtyou were just hungry. Written for RDP “hormone”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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22 June: Small Gods of Anomaly
Five Gogyohka Poems for the Small Gods of Anomaly I.To the god of lost socks,who whispers look!at every drifting cloudevery untied shoelace …your distraction is divine. II.To the god of loud silence,who stuffs your pocketswith buzzing fluorescentsand the hum of unspilled words—you are the translator of static. III.To the god of fidget-spun thoughts,who braids tornadoesfrom…
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21 June: Tightrope
Tightrope And there we werepinching dark to the dark,stars to the night,like moths in love with street lamps.We walked a tightrope-narrow pathin search of a clearingamongst the brackento take a pee. “Did you bring toilet paper?” she asked. And I toppled over,laughing. To her, to whom a thousand kisses traced her face; to her, who…
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21 June: 5 Gogyohka poems
Five Equations Unsolved (5 Gogyohka poems for the Algebra in Us) Written for RDP “equation”. 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 commercial use. Imagery and…
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20 June: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 2. The Egyptian exhibit at the Chrysler Museum in Norfolk: Horus. Mummies. Alabaster jugs. Sarcophagi. 3. New shoes that didn’t give me blisters. This may not seem a big deal to some, but my feet are very sensitive and they always gets blisters from new shoes. Not this time! 4. Thankful…
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19 June: A Thursday Door
Concrete doorway frames the silence.Stairs climb nowhere, moss risingwhere engines once screamed past.Number 25 stands above emptiness,ghosts of speed flicker in the grass.Spectators’ shadows linger,waiting for thunder that never comes.History breathes in cracked stone,memory etched in fading white. This is a photo of the old Reims-Gueux Formula 1 race track in France, which was actually…
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19 June: Journal of Thoughts
Baptism in Green Ink The forest pours itselfinto your lungs—petrichor sacrament,rain’s wet loom weavingyour hair with the oak’sslow, conspiratorial gossip. Cicadas drive golden nailsinto the hour’s spine.You, half-woman, half-wanting,let thunder tune your ribsto its grey-tongued timpani. And the green—oh, that vicious green—how it sculpts your mindinto a cathedral of moss,how shadows lick their teethbefore kneeling…
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