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Day 19.1 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of an Edge (Long Form) Squint against the flat, white skyand you will see him—my gnarled oak,his roiling roots clenched in the earthlike a fistful of stubborn prayers. He listens to the gibberish of starlings,a language he once knewbut can no longer shape. He watches the bubble of…
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Day 19 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 at the Edge (Accentual Verse) Squint at the sky,that flat white sheet,and there he stands:my gnarled old…
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18.11: dVerse Quadrille
The Internet Is Down Again Come on, you sulking hulk,we coax you from the dark,we whisper to your routers,and promise you the clouds.Rise now, little lights,shake off your grumpy moody gloom.The world waits, half-breathing,for your bright return.Come on, Cloudflare, wake up! Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille (44 words) “coax”. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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Day 18 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 Gardener (Accentual Verse) I am no dreamerpolishing lies,nor doom-filled soulrooting in grief. I am the…
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18.11: At the Intersection of Odd Numbers
A Black That Remembers Brigid had the office door painted Vantablack; she loved this colour, it was so dark it erased everything but consequence. Customers slowed in caution as they passed it, uncertain whether it was a surface or a hole; the crow croaked “wormhole” at it endlessly, and Pierre swore he heard a slow,…
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Day 17 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of an Omen (Long Form — Trope) The crow landswith that heavy black punctuationhe always brings,as if the day itselfneeded a full stopbefore beginning again. People call him an omen,a bad-luck feather,a shadow stitchedto the world’s hem. But this is not doom.This is direction. He tilts his head,eyes…
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17.11: Liturgy for Black that Remembers
A Liturgy for A Black that Remembers Of ReasonWe gather at Vantablack.A surface that is a hole,a pigment that is absence,a door that is not a door,but a consequence. We speak to the Black That Remembers. Of PortentsThey slow their steps;their instincts hum a warningolder than sight. The crow,feathered in a lesser dark,names it for…
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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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