Category: Soundtracks
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Day 03 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. How to Release a Song First, the slow grind of spin,black wheel, waiting world.Then fingers, surgeon-sure,lower the bridge of…
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Day 02 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Alchemy Bubble, bubble, the morning sun.Oats and blueberries, honey, salt,papa’s wooden bowlritual for a heart. A spoon once carved from oak,its circles keep the calm,anchored quietin the day’s small storm. This is quiet fun,a simple joy,to make a home,to stir a steaming bowl. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge.…
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Day 01 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Enter a Cloud The heartbeat of percussionin his ear, not drum,but the world’s own strumming.Thunder in the soul,pressure in the hollow bone. Then the rip and fold of wing,a seam in the sky torn wide.He, peregrine, enters cloud,becomes the storm he chased. No longer bird, but question,the wind’s own wonder…
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Day 01 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment In Its Quiet Occupation The window latch gives way,a tired click,and just like thatthe day begins to spill its sunlit gold across the sill,not in request,but in quiet occupation. Then the radio hums,a singer’s plea:can you read my mind?A breeze, the conspirator,stirs the embers of the beech,a rush of rebellious…
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Preface NovPAD 2025
The Architecture of a Moment Preface: On the Nature of Anglo-Saxon Accentual Verse Author’s Note It’s November once more, and that means The Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge and Chapbook Contest has returned. I’ve taken part in this annual event since 2009 — sixteen years of daily prompts, poems, and friendships that have grown from shared…
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19 Sept: Journal of Thoughts
The Sea Soft as a held breath, it speaks —pebbles learning rhythm,each stonea lifetime smoothedand given back. The sun rests behind a veil,its gentle mercy,not wanting to scorch. Wind and water barter secrets,a salt and hush trade in tides.And he stands listening,a child of this quiet moment, so let the sound wash your bones —those,…
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18 Sept: A Thursday Door
A Chinese Jueju poem * Door facing door—no path seems clear,One room holds grace, one room’s a mirror.I reach the hall to seek a way out,And open a door… to my former self. *Jueju means “cut-off verse” and is a very concise poetic form. It contains four lines (a quatrain). Each line typically has five…
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