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18 Aug: Aetherskein – The Liturgy
16 of 27 (Aetherskein) – The Poem – (The Fragment from the Unseen Loom) 16 of 27 The Liturgy for AetherskeinThe Book of 27, Fragment: The Unseen Loom I. The ThreadNot coincidence—a conspiracy of grace.Aetherskein glints where you almost look,where the light bends just so,where the crow drops the same coinin three cities,in three lifetimes,into…
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18 Aug: After the Sway of Summertime
Louis Armstrong’s Ghost is on the Porch Swing(a poem after the sway of Summertime) Heat drips like honeyfrom the sleepy F of the trumpet,your hips unspoolinga blue notebetween a screen door slamand a cricket hymn. Piano keys stickto the backs of your knees,while a bass line digs a gravefor all the unlived livespooling in your…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
How to Lick Stamps Properly (An Old Woman’s Bedtime Lesson for her granddaughter) TO BEGIN: the old woman hands her granddaughteran envelope,its corner waiting for a stamplike a tiny, thirsty tongue. “watch closely,” she says,and licks the glue—not too much (that’s obedience),not too little (that’s doubt),but just enoughto make the King’s profilewink. the crow caws…
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16 Aug: Journal of Thoughts
Why Were the Protesters Mostly 55 and Older? Last weekend’s UK marches were filled not with students or twenty-somethings, but with people aged 55 and up. Why? It’s a question that cuts to the marrow of generational difference. Those raised in the 1950s and ’60s carry protest in their bones — rebellion was the air…
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16 Aug: We’ve Misplaced Friday Again
For days when reality misplaces itself and the crows are only too happy to explain why. We’ve Misplaced Friday Again Then let’s be thievesof child-logic today.Let’s pocket the gravel sparkles,argue with cloudsuntil they huff into rabbits. Let’s declare our shadowsvery good listeners(even when they yawn).Let’s whisper the wildest poems —and kneel in the grass to…
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15 Aug: MicroDosing 150 µg
The Keeper of Lost Things – Micro-dosing 150µg (150 words) The drawer was narrow, oak-lined, and smelled of camphor and the kind of winters people used to name. Inside: a brass key, a single pearl earring, and a postcard from Marseille—unsigned, unclaimed. Each morning, Mrs. Havelock touched them with care, her fingers reading their weight…
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14 Aug: A Slow Detonation
A Slow Detonation I. Imprisoned Stone frames a freedomthat swallows every horizon whole.Iron teeth bite shut the sky,keeping light’s whispers out.Here, the freedom is absence,and absence is forever. II. A Slow Detonation Poem Power is the liethat fits their fist, that names the bruisenecessary. That tells the wound —this is right. Their boots don’t care.March.March…
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14 Aug: A Thursday Door
This is the original ‘women’s side door entrance’ — there’s a fertility spell carved in stone on the door’s header written in Elder Futhark runes. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve…
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13 Aug: A Six Sentence Story
15 of 27: Featherhung – The Fragment: Unfinished Flight The soundtrack comes first this week: Best read with this music stitched to its unfolding glyph. Broken Dreams By Milad Ghavipanje. Part 4: Lindisfarne, Holy Island, 7th Century Brigid hunched over her desk — a slab of bog oak, black as a raven’s throat — when, halfway…
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13 Aug: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: #10 – it’s that time again I am thankful that I managed to walk all the way to the top of this extremely steep hill at Hammerhus (from which the view across the Baltic Sea was amazing) because … #10.1 – a bit of sun …. as you’ll notice, it’s really,…
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