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11 Oct: Ten Things of Thankful
Thankful that my bruised elbow is healing — I can finally bend it enough for my hand to touch my shoulder. Grateful that my Covid and winter flu jabs didn’t sting like wasps. Thankful for the cosy warmth of woolly jumpers again. For bedlinen dried outside in the sunshine — it smells as sweet as…
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10.10: A Thursday Door
stone hushes the wind —red doors part for shadowed stepsthat never looked back. green waits at the end —time drips through a stone-lined throat,measured by the sun. Linked Senryū poems. Photo was taken at Château de Chenonceau, Loire Valley, France. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his…
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10.10: The Last Clear Map
To Avignon: The Last Clear Map 28 September (waiting in ferry queue at Newhaven)I.maps dream in the gloveboxthe sunrise is our compassour clocks are made of salt II.the sea pulls at usaway from white cliffs writinglove letters in chalk 29 SeptemberI.journey’s labyrinth —coins, a prayer, the bells ring,my soul leaves, fed by light. 30 SeptemberI.black…
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9.10: Thundershade – The Liturgy
22 of 27 · Liturgy for the Unseen Sky I. The Unseen We knew the sky existednot because we saw its blue,its vastness,its sea of stars —but because we heard the storm. We felt its breath upon our faces,cold and electric.We heard its voicein the groan of the pines,the shudder of the shutters,the long, low…
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9.10: To an English Garden
A Song Dynasty poem: “Shuǐlóngyín (“Chant of the Water Dragon”) is a classical Chinese ci tune-pattern: a lyric form built on alternating short and long lines, originally meant to be sung. This “Lyric of Absence” poem follows a rhythmic ‘skeleton,’ giving it the rise and fall of a melody.” To an English Garden It was…
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8 Oct: A Six – The Book of 27
22 of 27: Thundershade – a Colour once felt, not seen—Faith in resonance, sight through storm Thundershade — Faith in resonance, sight through storm The night was blind-thick with silence and hidden behind clouds — then came thunder crawling through the walls, low and certain, and she knew the storm was already standing on the…
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8.10: A Six Sentence Story
The Small Matter at the Aire de la Clermont-Ferrand Rest Stop The cubicle door springs open with a bang, and a woman emerges; our eyes meet in a flash of mutually accusatory side-eye, wads of loo roll fill both of her hands. “French toilets,” she drawls with a weary little heaven-tilt of the head, the…
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8.10: A Cello’s Song
A Cello’s Song (A Ci-style poem to the musical pattern of Shuǐlóngyín) I rise from silence, drawn by the bow,hair on gut, breath against stillness.At first I am nothing —a shiver through empty air,a thread unwinding from dusk. Shadows lean close to listen.Walls tremble; windows remember rain.The candle wavers, then steadies.A single voice holds the…
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7.10: Journal of Thoughts
Credo at Chartres Cathedral I was the pilgrimwhose heart beats in time with the rose window.A woman with a student’s mind—always hungry,always questioning the authority of dust,turning history over in her palmlike a strange, worn coin. A woman with a memory—not just recalling, but re-weaving,feeling the roots beneath the cathedral,hearing the spring’s songthrough the stone.…
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5.10: Journal of Thoughts
Please visit Spira’s blog, read and listen to Act 1 through Act 3 Inspired by Spira’s “The Shape of Absence” They say absence has no shape —but I have felt its geometry:the exact negative spaceof a hand I can no longer hold,the hollow of a voiceforgetting its own tune. It is the silence between wordsnot as…
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