Category: Journal
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5 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The U In Thunder Orchestra It’s so close that her hands feelit prowling her edges.She feels the pressure of its gripa sleight-of-hand drop of rain. And she opens her handand invites its heart into hers.This sky-bound electrical blipthis quarrel with equilibrium. And she is too damned happy. Written…
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2 September: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It (a cadralor poem) Scio Me Nescire – I Know That I Know Nothing I.They call from a glaze of grey skies marked with white stars of geese,a band of loud trombone songsblowing through small clouds. II.This day is pulled by change,a season’s race pipped…
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1 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The A In Waiting Waiting For The 101 Bus I know a woman,who feels half my age,who tells herselfshe’ll know when the time’s right,when this round’s over, but nothing changes –Tuesdays, Tuesdays,same bus stop, same time,same twelve strides from the corner,she’s looking down the road, but nothing changes,she…
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30 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (Revised)
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I in Time It was a few weeks ago, over lunch. Talking about when we were young, old times and that the world seemed easier back then, although it wasn’t. Less complicated, maybe. Our husbands worked together. Wives supported each other when our insular world turned bleak,…
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26 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week – (a Cadralor poem) The Y In Wildfire I.August was a dry kiss of long thirstThe lean arm of a branch and root II.A dark sprawling road with no shelterfrom the torch of fire or crawling sun III.Summer’s short lived empire forgetsthe ways of a desert’s cruel trap…
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20 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (revised)
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The We in Weave we weaveeach threada whispered word,its every silver tone,a lone bird tune. amethyst clearas a fiery star, amberof a spreading dawnwe weave. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not…
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20 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (A Haibun) The U in Us The sound of lambs still echo behind me, and there I stood on this summer-ripe day, the sea calm as a comfortable marriage, blue sky holding the sun like a great bell under a hollow sky, clang-banging a cure for man-made undertows…
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20 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It I weaveeach thread a whispered word its every silver tone, a lone bird tune a note amethyst clear as a fiery star amber of a spreading dawnweave I . Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT…
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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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