Category: Poetry
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Day 21 NovPAD
I. Deconstructing News It was not one of those glorious mornings where you sit on the terrace. A coffee. A view. A garden. Not a compact breakfast on a fine filigree table, ’cause newspapers blazed with war and decline, withdrawal and poverty and hunger, and I wondered how the world had fallen into such disarray,…
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Day 18: NovPAD
Headless Yesterday, I tried to repair a gnome. A cat, with a small gesture of its tail, knocked its head straight off, knocked the cuteness off its shoulders, and I’m useless with small scale, and besides, a gnome without a head is not much use at all. Day 18: write a good for nothing…
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dVerse Haibun Monday
The bird bath is frozen, and the house stares out on a silvery fog. Crows on the hop. On the lawn. Pepper on white. Onyx on the hop. They argue. They joke. It’s a caw a caw — it’s a stabbing incantation as their beaks seek small creatures hidden in the soil, hidden like deep…
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Found dVerse
Erasure source: “The Poem of the Future” by J.R. Solonche from Invisible. “Pulvis et umbra sumus” (We are but dust and shadow.) ― Horace, “The Odes of Horace”, written for dVerse
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Words for Gnomes
The 7th and 8th of May I had a friend, a fixed-face woman who wore her chiselled chin with pride of place. She rose at dawn to look for work, and when I asked her where hope would take her feet that day, she said — Anywhere there are rolling hills, singing children, and people…
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