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0804: Six Sentence Story
The Steamboat — The First Descent Brigid’s Diary, Episode 06: April 1834 The steamboat called “Le Marsouin” shouldered the Rhône with a relentless thump-thump-thump, its side wheels beating water into obedience while the sound ran the banks like a bruise. The engine breathed deep and hoarse beneath us, heat and hiss rattling the wooden hull…
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0704: Journal of Thoughts
7 April 17:01, 19℃ …says he’s going to lie down on his back for awhile, and so my question is, obviously, Does your back hurt, and he says, No, it’s just this cold you gave me makes me feel old (incidentally that is arse-backwards — he gave it to me first), and in truth we’re…
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AprPAD — Day 7
Bright Yellow dawn is a pilgrim—always elsewhere it can keep its fireits long tease beginnings grow here —damp, dark soilin my own earth dawn has nothingmy yellow tulips cannot give rooted in their small kingdom,open-throated,bright a curve of yellow,impossible,and enough no horizon to chase this is dawn my garden morningis home. Written for Writers’ Digest…
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0704: The Six Liturgy
Liturgy for the Steamer’s Hold(a hymn for those who have known the terror of enclosure) I. The Shudder That Will Not StopIt enters you through the soles of your feet.The paddle wheel’s repeating blow,strike after strike relaying another,water beaten into obedienceand singing its pain through the hull. The shudder climbs your spine,settles in your skull,becomes…
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AprPAD — Day 2
UNTITLED to lie still with woodland moss, a daffodil — this is life now life then when I was quick — white-ruffed, a surprise at the crest of a hill, off and away, a glint of silver my shadow never tired of my speed morning sun a kiss ecstasy then and still Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day…
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AprPAD — Day 6
THE GULL in flight white cliffs,wheeling heights,horizons looseningat their edges he is a shipful of sky wings swept cleanby a lick of salt he watches wavesfold into themselves Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: water
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AprPAD — Day 5
Below a Broad Branch whilesummer stormrolled the horizon, he stood beneath its reach,trusted the shade. aloof,watching in silence until the last stray boltfound himand brought him down. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Safety
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AprPAD — Day 4
Her Geometry the splendour of it,how it turns inward smiles, tears,stored like old Junes that friend,sadness of wilt. I cravedthe butter of words she tookthe shape I cast the joywas brief as warmth but the stingkept sounding Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: friends
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AprPAD — Day 3
Day 3: Open the Sky she opens the skyuntil it spills stars. opens her mouthbefore the storm arrives takes it inrain, distance, thunder, takes a pagewhere nothing shows writes until the air shifts a silence that opensand breaks spitting out rainand stars Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: open_(blank)
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0504: A Cantata
A Cantata Speak to meof green, she said. I said —vertigris, crushed mint,a willow’s yawn,sap rising, a celloin a maple’s veins. Hear it — bird-staccato,crow’s low oboe through the breezein polished bark. Breathe it — fern,grass bladesscissoring light, pine resinhumming slow gold. It waitsuntil you press your earto a leaf and listento what is leaving.…
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