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27 June: A Thursday Door
In Dijon’s embrace, an old door stands tall,Whispering secrets of ages long past,With weathered wood and stories to tell,Guarding memories, steady and vast. 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 trawled through…
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27 June: A Thameslink Elegy
This poem is best read accompanied by “Spiegel im Spiegel” by Arvo Pärt. Let the music hold the silence between the lines. The Unspooling: A Thameslink Elegy The morning began folded into metal wings,Calder’s mobiles turning the gallery airinto a cantata of pivots—my ears catching what my eyescouldn’t hold. (I listened, a recording, your voice,…
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27 June: Calder’s Circus of Air
A choreography of shadow and balance. These poems trace the kinetic hush of Alexander Calder’s mobiles: laughter forged in wire, physics caught mid-lilt, and the unseen air that puppeteers grace from stillness. Best read with music that understands whimsy and weightlessness. Hit play, then read. Calder’s Circus of Air Imagine the shape of laughtercast in…
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25 June: dVerse Poetics
Kintsugi for the Unfriend We were porcelain once—smooth to the touch,holding the lightlike a shared secret. Then the fracture:a word dropped,a silence grown too heavy,the map of usredrawn in fault lines. Now the gold comes—not to mend,but to make memoriesof what broke. Each lacquered seama testimony:Here is where we held.Here is where we learnedto let…
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25 June: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman’s Unwritten Rules – Vol. IV I. Let the rain borrow your porch,but never your umbrella.Some things are meant to bejust damp enoughto remember they’re alive. II. If a teacup cracks,don’t mourn the china.Ask what it’s trying to say.Most breaks are justunfinished sentences. (Exception: when the cat “accidentally” knocks it over. That’s pure…
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24 June: dVerse Haibun
The Forest, Midsummer Dawn (a haibun) The path underfoot unspools like an old spell—threading through oak older than the word amen, older than the sun that still drips dew with sleep. Ferns uncurl at my ankles. Flint glints like forgotten teeth, and a pony stirs in the bracken… her breath steams a weave of mist.…
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24 June: A Six Sentence Story
11 of 27: Drowndusk – Love buried beneath duty A Six Sentence Requiem Elira’s hands move through dishwater like archivists—scrub, rinse, stack; across the kitchen, Jonan sits sidewise at the table, lost in the morning newspaper, sipping coffee that’s as smooth as the wedding band she never takes off. Felreil doesn’t hide in the shadows;…
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23 June: The Book of 27 Liturgy
11 of 27: Drowndusk Liturgy Love Buried Beneath Duty I. The VowDrowndusk does not begin at the altar—it begins at the sink,where two pairs of handswash the same dishand never brush,where “I do” turns slowlyinto “I will.”“I must.” The chains are forged of good intentions,each link a promise:to stay, to care, sacrifice—until the metal grows…
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23 June: Journal of Thoughts
Liturgy for a Southern Virginia Rain I. The Invocation of Rainit falls through the sieve of live oak,birch, and maple—not a baptism so much asa mending.Each drop stitches the airto the earthwith threads of warm silver. II. And Then the Chasea cursive argument betweentwo lizards, they dart acrossthe fence’s warped spine— they know what we…
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22 June: Endocrine Alchemy
Endocrine Alchemy Hormones are the inkin the body’s love letters … adrenaline’s draft,cortisol’s postscript,oxytocin lickingthe envelope shut. They hum alchemy:turn bread into fire,salt into song,a stranger’s glanceinto a stanza of sweat. and you thoughtyou were just hungry. Written for RDP “hormone”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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