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11 Sept: Ink In Thirds
100 Word Wednesday: prompt – image of an open palm The girl shrank from the compliment, as if it shone too bright. Her grandmother’s eyes — the weight of ages. “There once was a chalice,” she said, “cracked, scarred by flame, hollow with longing, and when the rain descended, the chalice turned aside. ‘I am…
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10 Sept: Journal of Thoughts
This poem is inspired by an article written by Spira: “Fear of Art” The Brush is a Blade They tell us freedom trickles down,a ribbon untied by royal hands,a parchment pressed with seals.But freedom does not fall like rain. It rises —from the ground,from the spray-can hiss on stone,from the ink that refuses to dry,from the…
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10 Sept: A Six Sentence Story
The Shadowed Door (the death of an online friend) It’s like finding a shadow where a door used to be — a threshold crossed a thousand times without ever noticing the hinges. Or like the neighbour you waved to across the wire and glass of years — now gone, and there are no casseroles, no…
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9 Sept: dVerse Quadrille
So Much Between So much dependson the moon’s pale hinge,the way night folds its dark velvetover the day’ssharp edges. So much is still heldin the soft hush —the unsaid,the almost, the breath betweengoodnightand a dream’sfirst tender sigh. This quadrille (44-words, sans title) is written for Dee’s dVerse Poets Quadrille #231 “much”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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9 Sept: Journal of Thoughts
The Absent Ink (a companion to an upcoming Six: The Shadowed Door) It is like finding a shadowwhere a door used to be —a threshold you crossed a thousand timeswithout ever seeing the hinges. Or like the neighbour you waved toacross the wire and glass of years — who’s now gone, and no casseroles arrive,no…
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9 Sept: A Six Sentence Story
The Book of 27: #19 – Starvow: The Unspoken Vow The Cartography of Brigid In the hush before sunrise, Felreil remembers her — not as a person, but as light. A quiet kind of love — like the sound of a wave inhaling before it breaks, or rain sighing against warm skin — the kind…
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8 Sept: Starvow – The Liturgy
19 of 27 – Liturgy for Starvow: The Silent Exchange I. The GreetingNot a vow spoken,but a pulse exchanged —a light in an east-facing window,answeredby a presence in an old oak tree. It is a dawn ritual with no name,a breath they lend to silence,a space made sacredonly because they both tend it. II. The…
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5 Sept: dVerse Cinquain
Silent Sky (a cinquain poem) So still,the heavens wait —a canvas drawn with hush,its blue skin pulled across the day.Don’t breathe. A cinquain, syllable count 2-4-6-8-2, written for dVerse Poets . 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…
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6 Sept: MicroDosing 60µg
The key turns.The lock clicks. The air inside smells of much-loved books and lemon soap she used this morning. Her shoulders drop, a weight she hadn’t realised she was carrying — her handbag slides to the floor. “I’m home,” she whispers to the quiet, and the quiet, for the first time all day, whispers back.…
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5 Sept: Ten Things of Thankful (soundtracked)
In no particular order: 1. The clouds could no longer hold the rain. It fell in curtains. Wind’s fingerprint on everything. Sunflowers abandoned to the shadows; petals melted in the rain. I’m thankful for rain in the midst of a drought. The rain barrels are full to overflowing again! 2. Planning an 8-day trip to…
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