Month: Nov 2025
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At the Intersection of Odd Numbers
From The Intersection of Odd Numbers Both Questions and Answers The dustof long absence stirs windows unsealed the old airescapesso the newladen with garlic and rain-damp streets might enter. Letfamiliar tunesbe hummedeven ifthe words areforgotten. Letthe crowprotest and the floorboardsgleamunderthe slowpromiseof a mop. For a personstands at the door apronstained…
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3.11: At the Intersection of Odd Numbers
At the Intersection of Odd Numbers: A New Beginning (Parts 1 & 2) Brigid’s back in the city, mop in hand, crow in tow, and at the intersection of odd numbers, the door to something new just creaked open. (A Six Sentence Story — Prompt: “cross”) A Mop and Bucket (Part 1) Brigid coaxes the…
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Day 03 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. How to Release a Song First, the slow grind of spin,black wheel, waiting world.Then fingers, surgeon-sure,lower the bridge of…
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Day 02 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Alchemy Bubble, bubble, the morning sun.Oats and blueberries, honey, salt,papa’s wooden bowlritual for a heart. A spoon once carved from oak,its circles keep the calm,anchored quietin the day’s small storm. This is quiet fun,a simple joy,to make a home,to stir a steaming bowl. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge.…
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Day 01 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Enter a Cloud The heartbeat of percussionin his ear, not drum,but the world’s own strumming.Thunder in the soul,pressure in the hollow bone. Then the rip and fold of wing,a seam in the sky torn wide.He, peregrine, enters cloud,becomes the storm he chased. No longer bird, but question,the wind’s own wonder…
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02.11 The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman, the Cat, and the Apple Tree of Chaos(Old Fashioned Chaos) The apple tree,drunk on starlight and spite,heaves its roots like Cetus, a sea serpent of soil— thunk against the fence,crack through the patio, its fruit rolling into the neighbour’s gardenlike tiny, rosy planetsescaping orbit. The cat(still not hers, never hers)watches from the…
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Day 01 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment In Its Quiet Occupation The window latch gives way,a tired click,and just like thatthe day begins to spill its sunlit gold across the sill,not in request,but in quiet occupation. Then the radio hums,a singer’s plea:can you read my mind?A breeze, the conspirator,stirs the embers of the beech,a rush of rebellious…
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Preface NovPAD 2025
The Architecture of a Moment Preface: On the Nature of Anglo-Saxon Accentual Verse Author’s Note It’s November once more, and that means The Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge and Chapbook Contest has returned. I’ve taken part in this annual event since 2009 — sixteen years of daily prompts, poems, and friendships that have grown from shared…
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1.11: Journal of Thoughts
Senryu (for the lonely, human truth) One tree stands its ground—the sun abandons the field,taking all the warmth. Haiku (for the timeless, natural scene) A lone tree’s shadowclimbs the mountain as the sunbows out, cold and gold. Written for SenHai #24 based on the featured image. Poems/prose and some images are ©Misky 2006-2025.
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