Category: prose
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0304: ST(R)AY – The Book
ST(R)AY This book is a meeting place. Black-and-white film photographs by Nick Maroudis sit alongside poems by Marilyn Braendeholm, each page holding a small moment of attention. A dog crossing a road. A pause in passing light. A life moving quietly alongside our own. These are not stories of rescue or loss. They are simply…
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3103: dVerse Haibun
March is a mad hare in a fit. Wild, bounding, all elbows and interruptions. He sits in the sun until he remembers he prefers frost, then leaps up and overturns the day. “Change places!” he cries, though no one is sitting where they were to begin with. He pours tea into the wind, scolds the…
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3103: Six Sentence Story
Brigid’s Diary: Part 06, Lyon First Motion on the Rhône Steamboat The steamboat did not startle me; it announced itself, breath thick with coal, pistons beating like a heart forced into discipline, smoke writing its claim across the Rhône as though the river had been waiting to be corrected. I watched the paddle bite water…
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3103: The Hinge
The Hinge That Forgot Its Door A hinge without a doorstill turns, not freely,not fully,but enough to remember. Two plates,a pin worn thin,holding to a purposethat no longer exists. It opens into nothing. Again.Again. A motion rehearsedlong after the meaninghas gone. Wind finds itand it answers,a small, obedient shudder, as if something unseenstill passes through,as…
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2403: Six Sentence Story
Presqu’île: Where the Rivers Decide Brigid’s Diary, Episode 05: March 1834 Presqu’île narrowed beneath our feet like a blade, and the city balanced on it; north behind us, south ahead — and my thoughts still full of noises that would not stop. At the waterline a pale seam of silt and foam kept writing and…
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1603: Six Sentence Story
Brigid’s Diary, 1834, What the River Knows Episode III – Lyon, The Confluence At the meeting of the Saône and the Rhône rivers, the surface agreed while the bodies argued, currents swinging between quarrel and agreement, each teaching the other a deeper way to move. It spoke without lifting its voice, smooth as glass where…
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1203: RDP Image
Image of a cow having a good ol’ feed in the hedgerows — and blocking country lane traffic in Devon UK. Posted for Ragtag Daily Prompt: Cow ©Misky 2006-2026.
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1003: dVerse Quadrille
my dawn crowarrives —black oracle of skyfeathered shadowon winter’s perch. you listento my whispers,small words to morning’sfinal stars. rise my breathto your bright eye,stir the sky, my crow.keeper of quiet waysguardian of unseen paths. Written for De’s quadrille #243 to birds. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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1003: Six Sentence Story
Brigid’s Diary, 1834 The Crowd Becomes a Question — Episode II The crowd tightened without warning, sound folding in on itself until every voice became an elbow. I stepped forward because hunger has an arithmetic I know by heart, and the children nearest me were speaking it with their whole bodies.Chopped language and uniforms surfaced…
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0303: Six Sentence Story
Brigid’s Diary, 1834, The Loom Breathes Episode I: Lyon France The silk looms had been breathing all night, a wooden patience that learned anger one shuttle at a time. By morning the steep streets of Lyon filled with canuts climbing toward the Croix-Rousse, silk thread clinging to their sleeves like pale cobwebs, their boots striking…
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