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3 June: The Old Woman With No Cat
Moonlight Over the Attic of the World the old woman sets a cup of chamomileby the window for the wandering ghosts.the cat, in a rare moment of charity,does not knock it over. the crow tucks one last stolen commainto its nest of scraps.the robin—bless its resurrected heart—snores softly in the hatbox,dreaming of worms and second…
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2.06: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman Mistakes Obsession for Heaven midnight’s third coffee—steam curling like a squirrel’s tailbetween urgentand ahhh. the soft click. click. of her pen,tasting a new adjectiveon the back of her tongue. and then—that momentthe poem’s face turns. a silence like breathheld just a beat too long—the cat flinches.the wind remembers a door left open.…
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2 June: Echobane – The Liturgy
9 of 27: Echobane – the vow that outlived you — A long-form liturgy poem (2 minute read) Intro: Some vows are broken. Others linger. Echobane is what remains when a promise keeps haunting the room long after the voice that made it is gone. I. The HauntingThe house learned your voice before I did—how…
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2 June: A Six – The Book of 27
Intro: Some echoes aren’t loud. They linger. This is one of them. 9 or 27 Echobane – (A vow that outlived you) She opens the window, and the wind hops in like a memory—bold, uninvited, wearing his voice like a borrowed coat: I cherish you, it says, like it never once meant I’ll leave you. Felreil stands…
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May 2025: Last Photo on the Card
This post is in response to Brian’s monthly challenge Last Photo on the Card. Brian (aka Bushboy) asks for the Last Photos on your phone/camera/SD card. Here is the last shot taken using my iPhone. Shared on Twitter with @bushboywhotweet
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1 June: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman Applies for a Passport The old woman stands at the post office counter,boots still muddy from the garden,the neighbour’s cat draped across her shoulderslike a disgruntled scarf. The clerk eyes the crow perched on her wrist,the robin pecking at her seed-pocket,and the suspiciously animate twist of ivycoiled around her walking stick. CLERK:…
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31 May: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman’s Unwritten Rules let the crow steal.it’s not theft if it wants to be lost.(this applies to buttons,grief, and the last biscuit.) feed the robin sunlight.if it sings, you owe it nothing.if it doesn’t,you still owe it nothing.that’s the trick of love. when the neighbour’s cat knocks over the milk,blame the wind.the wind…
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30 May: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman Adopts a Shoplifting Seagull(or legal ambiguities in avian acquisition) the seagull crash-landson the old woman’s porch,a half-eaten baguette clamped in its beak,and a co-op receipt trailing from one foot. “it’s not stealing,” explains the crow,“it’s wealth redistribution.” the cat (still not hers, but always judgey)flicks a biscuit crumb at the bird:“that’s a…
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29 May: A Thursday Door
The Door in Dijon It waits — not with grace, but grit in the grain,a hush between hinges where histories stall.Lichen writes secrets in cursive, slow bloom.The brass bruises light, but holds to the shape.Somewhere inside, dust rehearses its fall.You listen. The lock is a wound that remembers. Reflection for “The Door in Dijon” There…
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29 May: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman’s Aural Misadventure the hearing aid screeches—a tea kettle of sonic absurdity.“did you say Qatar?” the old woman barksat the neighbour’s garage band, “because The Thrill Is Goneis not what you’re playing.” the cat (now an audio technician)flicks an ear toward the amplifier’s wail:“diagnosis: feedback or CIA broadcast.prescription: more cowbell.” the crow drops…
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