Category: music
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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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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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31.10: Of Samhain
The Return of the Wise Woman The PreparationThe world has gone thinat the edges.The air, a gossamer veil,smells of apples and smoke. A single candle is lit,a sun in a kitchen windowoverlooking the sea.It is the same flame grandmother lit,and her grandmother before her. A beacon.A welcome.A promisethat the hearth is still tended. The InvocationShe…
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30.10: dVerse Haibun
A Samhain Haibun On Samhain night she lit a single candle in the kitchen window, the way her grandmother had taught her: a flame for the ones who still wander. The air smelled of apples and smoke; the world had gone thin at the edges, and she thought she heard the old woman’s tread across…
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28.10: A Six – The Book of 27
27 of 27: (De-Scribing) – a hollow gold once felt, not seen —(The unstitching and de-scribing of a binding) The Unstitching of The Book of 27 Felreil stands alone in the Scriptorium of Memory, the Book of 27 heavy as the ghost of a forgotten word, and gilded faintly with that hollow gold that glows…
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28.10: A Six – The Book of 27
The 26th Glyph of 27 — Bellhollow – A return mistaken for grace At the Intersection Named after an English King and a Saint The Pull Back — Return to a Mad World The brass key warms in her hand, its bow pressing deep into her palm like a vow; Brigid slips the blade into…
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27.10: Black on White
The Striped One, Who Is Both This isthe light and dark of it. You stand in the thresholdwhere dust meets breath,where sky calls to you, you — who wear the herd’s mark,light of consciousnessin your serene gaze. The light sees you.The light wants you. Sacred is the patternthat binds all things, black stripe of shadow,white…
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26.10: SenHai #23
Senryu: two old souls watchingthe moon pour its golden dream.a shared, silent wish. Haiku: a moon’s veil fallspours light over the cliff’s edgenight drinks golden dawn. Senryu: two souls at the edgemoonlight spills their held breath loose,they forget to speak. Haiku: moon’s river falling,night drinks the silver current,stars tremble awake. Senryu: lovers lean, unmovedas if…
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25.10: Journal of Thoughts
Of Poets Dead and Gone while I slept in my chair,my dream, waking my horse, although I’ve noneand never will, nevertheless, it woke, and we rode down a rocky lanewhere stood the souls of poets dead; and gone, and one who seemed of marble,who stood as any might alive —rain falling thickand clinging to her…
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23.10: The Past is a Foreign Country
The Past is a Foreign Country ‘stood beside my grandmother’s grave,one stone of granite, shown and marked,where I, when young caught lightning bugs. Tell me again that saying her nameis like a warmth,a hug,a mug of steaming tea.Tell me again that she loved me. Take me to her altar,her little shrinesafe above the tide-line.Take me…
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