Category: Poetry
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Day 16.11 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of Chaos and a Star You must have chaos within you—not a storm to be calmed,but a raw, swirling nebulaof all you have lost,and loved,and feared. A fertile, screaming dark. Let it spin.Let it howl.Let it carve canyonsthrough your ribs, Because this holy, terrible frictionignites possibility. Do not…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman and the Haunted Slow Cooker The slow cooker hums monkish chants at midnight—a low, greasy dirgethat smells of Wednesdaysand possibly the 1520s. The old woman pries it open:inside, a stew that definitely contains: Wormhole carrotsA whisper of “buy more sardines”One pearl button (from a shirt she never owned) The cat, not hers…
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Day 15 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. The Architecture of a Monster (long form) It did not hate the trees,that held a thousand years of dawn.They…
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15.11: Journal of Thoughts
Senryu we left the lights onas if love might lose its wayin all that silence Haiku fir trees heavy-limbed,footsteps vanish into duskone warm room remains Written for SenHai Saturday. Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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Day 14 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. A lament for the children of Gaza, a sorrow spoken in the oldest rhythms I know. The Architecture of…
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Day 14 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment A poem written in witness to the children of Gaza; not to explain, but to honour the question of who they were before the world forgot their names. The Architecture of Who Who is this child—a clinical acronymfor a soul lost in dust? Who watchesthrough a veil of tears,whose stomach…
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14.11: Vantablack – The Liturgy
The Architecture of Vertically Aligned Carbon NanotubesA Liturgy for Vantablack — The Colour That Is Not a Colour I. Of AbsenceThis is not a colour, but a hunger—a surface so deep even light forgets itself. Its texture is velvet without body,warmth without heat,the shade where memory waitsbefore being born again. II. Of PerceptionTo look upon…
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13.11: Journal of Thoughts
River Reflections trees bow toward their sleeping echoes;the bridge repeats itself in hush;the water holds two heavens at once. — three-line jueju in English winter river stills—trees and bridge breathe twice in glass,sky drifts underneath. — haiku Written for Ink In Thirds “Reflections” ©Misky 2006-2025.
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Day 13 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. The Architecture of Persuasion (Free Verse) “The tree’s too big,” he said.“It blocks the sun,it cracks the stones,and every…
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13.11: A Thursday Door
Porte de l’Inconnu Oak, darkas forgotten prayer.A geometry of power,of denial,of great diamonds crossed like swords over a heart.What secretpetrifies behind the door?The wood will not tell.It only says: Turn. Away. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I…
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