Category: prose
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22 June: Endocrine Alchemy
Endocrine Alchemy Hormones are the inkin the body’s love letters … adrenaline’s draft,cortisol’s postscript,oxytocin lickingthe envelope shut. They hum alchemy:turn bread into fire,salt into song,a stranger’s glanceinto a stanza of sweat. and you thoughtyou were just hungry. Written for RDP “hormone”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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22 June: Small Gods of Anomaly
Five Gogyohka Poems for the Small Gods of Anomaly I.To the god of lost socks,who whispers look!at every drifting cloudevery untied shoelace …your distraction is divine. II.To the god of loud silence,who stuffs your pocketswith buzzing fluorescentsand the hum of unspilled words—you are the translator of static. III.To the god of fidget-spun thoughts,who braids tornadoesfrom…
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21 June: Tightrope
Tightrope And there we werepinching dark to the dark,stars to the night,like moths in love with street lamps.We walked a tightrope-narrow pathin search of a clearingamongst the brackento take a pee. “Did you bring toilet paper?” she asked. And I toppled over,laughing. To her, to whom a thousand kisses traced her face; to her, who…
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21 June: 5 Gogyohka poems
Five Equations Unsolved (5 Gogyohka poems for the Algebra in Us) Written for RDP “equation”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and…
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16 June: Colour Name – The Liturgy
10 of 27: Quillbone – The Poem – The Truth Told Too Late 10 of 27: Quillbone – the poem – The Truth Told Too Late I. The Silence Quillbone does not begin with the lie—it begins with the space after,where the truth waits where words unsaid turn slowlyinto I can’t,into I won’t,into it’s too…
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11 June: An Ode to Dawn
An Ode to Dawn (Rewritten with Salt & Ether) The sun licks its copper fingers,turns eyelids into gilded scripture—awake, awake, awake—each blink a hexagainst night’s failed coup. Breath arrives—unpaid, unblessed—thoughts chime like cathedral glassin the cage of maybe,where silence brewsin chamomile steambeside a tarot spread of dreamsleft face-down. And love?Love is the unasked-forsecond spoon of…
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The Ghost of Elbow Road
Virginia Beach —dusk whispering left at the curve. She was never buried—only bent. Like the road. Like the truth. Her name—lost in the turn, caught between asphalt and afterthought. Now, she lingers where the trees lean too close, where the ditches weep when it rains. She’s The Girl. No name. White dress. Waiting eyes. She’s…
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2 June: Echobane – The Liturgy
9 of 27: Echobane – the vow that outlived you — A long-form liturgy poem (2 minute read) Intro: Some vows are broken. Others linger. Echobane is what remains when a promise keeps haunting the room long after the voice that made it is gone. I. The HauntingThe house learned your voice before I did—how…
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26 May: Glimmourne – The Liturgy
8 of 27 Glimmourne – The Poem – The ache of beauty that betrays you Oh, it shines—not like sunlight,but like a knife turned just so,flashing a promise it never meant to keep. It is the stage-light’s lie:the kind that makes rot look like texture,makes hunger look like art. (You’ll know it by how it…
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20 May: And the Wind Said …
And After the Flail Mower, the Wind Said … the earth knows grief—how it pools in your palms like rainwater,heavy with the weight of severed rootsand the stunned silence of neststorn open too soon. You are allowed this sorrow.It means you rememberwhat the world tries to numb:that every blade of grass has a voice,that even…
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