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28 May: Ten Things of Thankful
Really, truly, in no particular order: 3. Rain. But not much. Every drop helps. 15ml according to rain gauge. Be thankful, woman. In the meantime, laundry dried on the line in the late spring sunshine. 6. A young magpie flew into the greenhouse (glasshouse) where I grow tomatoes and cucumbers and chilli peppers. The garden…
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28 May: The Old Woman With No Cat
Part 2: The Cat Explains Shorting Futures to the Old Woman the cat—still not hers,and never will be—strikes a dow-er poseand explains shorting. “you borrow a tuna can today (worth 10),sell it immediately,then wait for the price to crash to 5.you buy back the same can for 5,return it to the lender,and pocket the difference.”…
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27 May: The Old Woman With No Cat
Part 1: The Old Woman and the Cost of Living Crisis the cat stares at its empty bowl,then at the old woman,then at the shrivelling pile of kibbleshe dares to call “dinner.” “it’s economics,” she sighs.“everything costs more now—even regret.” the cat, unimpressed,slides a crumpled grocery receipt her way: explain this.item #4: tuna, premium –…
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26 May: Glimmourne – The Liturgy
8 of 27 Glimmourne – The Poem – The ache of beauty that betrays you Oh, it shines—not like sunlight,but like a knife turned just so,flashing a promise it never meant to keep. It is the stage-light’s lie:the kind that makes rot look like texture,makes hunger look like art. (You’ll know it by how it…
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26 May: A Six – The Book of 27
#8 of 27: Glimmourne – A Colour Once Felt, Not Seen #8 of 27: Glimmourne – The ache of beauty that betrays you She stands in the back corridor after the show, still wearing the silk-and-lace dress the audience said made her look like fire, smiling the way they taught her—teeth, dimples, neck exposed like…
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24.05: A Cadralor Poem
The Crow Did Not AnswerI.In the market, a man with no shoestrades a step for a story.He says his mother was lightningand his father a lie.I give him a coin. He weeps. We call it even. II.The cactus blooms at midnight—pale as breath in winter,a slow exhale from the edge of something sharp.I dream of…
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25.05: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman’s Unsupervised Sunday Morning Rebellion the sun, unchaperoned,paints the kitchen gold with anarchy,but still, the old woman sleeps past dawn—a heresy the cat would have punished,had it not been next doorknocking over someone else’s teacups. Afternoon Culinary Experiment the old woman throws something soupy in a pot: “Recipe for Whatever’s Left.”3 carrots with…
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23.05: Journal of Thoughts
Peripherals The centre dissolves—but the edges bloomwild and electric.A flicker of moth-wing,the sly grin of doorframesas the world reshufflesinto a deck of half-guesses. Vision now meanswatching the airdance with whatit won’t let you hold. There are memoriesstill tattooed on your lids.Let the periphery preachits gospel of shadows—each blur a velvet rebellionagainst the sun’s sharpness. And…
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23.05: A Thursday Door
for hurried hands of those who come and go,each scratch and dent is a memory: a hurriedkey here, a heavy knock there, all stories. Poem written for Three Line Thursday “Door”. 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…
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22 May: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. I’m thankful for days that feel like nothing is a miracle, and for days when everything is a miracle. I’m thankful for both. 2. The pigeons have left my sunflower seedlings alone. Last year, they pulled them all up and left them scattered about as if weeding. 3. A new…
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