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24.04 The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman and Unsolicited Commentary The cat sprawls across the kitchen table—one paw possessively pinningthe old woman’s latest poem. It is a tiny, furry editor-in-chiefwith ruthless tasteand questionable credentials. “Hmmm,” it muses,scratching a commainto the margin with one claw.“It’s Oxford commasin this house.” The old woman arches an eyebrow,then adds a stanzaabout the cat’s…
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24.04: PAD Day 23 – Book
A poem starting with a line from Poem for Passengers by M. Zapruder and ‘writely‘ molested by Shakespeare (unlikely, but possible) A 33 Word Poem Like strangers on a trainwho find themselves movingin same directions, looking out the windowwithout downing books,thus Fate, that strumpet, doth but feignto keep our marginsfree of stain.
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24 Apr: A Thursday Door
This doorway feels like an old, steadfast guardian—quietly dignified, a little battered, but enduring. It might be an elderly caretaker, standing at the threshold with a gentle, knowing patience, the weathered wood and number plate are like wrinkles and laugh lines, telling stories of years gone by. There is a sense of resilience and quiet…
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23.04: A Letter to Yureth
FIVE SONGS FOR YURETH – Not Fire, But Forging Dawn licks the edges of what we almost know—brushstrokes and inkblots,the way a halo fractures—into 27 syllables. No Book ever taught us that. We are not making myths.We are peeling back the skyto find where we left them. FATE? (a quadrille of 44 words) To spin…
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23.04 The Old Woman With No Cat
Part II. LAST RITES FOR THE SHATTERED VASE(a personification ceremony conducted in four movements) I. EULOGY BY THE WORM you heldnot just water,but the pausebefore the spill. now you are1,001 portalsto elsewhere—each edgea newmouth,each curvea stoppedclock. (it sprinkles the shards with compost) II. CROW’S FINAL BLESSING he places the laughing-water shardatop the pile: let this…
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22.04: dVerse Quadrille
Frequencies a shift—not silence,but the spacebetween breathand recognition. the air rearranges,atoms in soft agreement,alignment not forcedbut found. chaos:not disorder,but the echoof everythinghappeningall at once—a harmonytoo vastto sing,but feltunder the skin. to alteris to listenuntil the momentbecomes new. Written for dVerse Poets: Quadrille #222 “alter”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such…
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22.04: A Six – The Book of 27
2 of 27 Ashwine – a Colour once felt, not seen—the warmth you almost touched. 2 of 27: Ashwine Felreil steps through the broken arch of the chapel—not as a pilgrim, but as someone answering a question no one remembers asking—wooden shutters rattle as the wind forgets itself—and she sits in the front pew, maybe…
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Ashwine Liturgy – The Book of 27
2 of 27: Ashwine – a Colour once felt, not seen—the warmth you almost touched I. The Almost Ashwine is not the fire—but the embers you hesitated to hold,the glow that lingeredon your palms a second too longbefore you let the night take it. It smells like pages pressed closedfor centuries—rosewater,dust, and secrets that waitedwithout…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman Asks What Day It Is – (a kitchen inquiry) PAD: Day 21 the robin(possibly ghost,possibly just vibing)pauses mid-worm,cocks its head,and recites: “today is yesterday’s dinnerplus tomorrow’s to-do listdivided by the cat’s nap schedule.” the old womansquints at the calendar—a relic smudged with coffee ringsand one bloodstain(jam—probably). “so… monday?” the crowdrops a stolen…
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21.04 The Old Woman With No Cat
THE BOOK OF ALEPH ON BROKEN VASESfrom The Book of Spades, Chapter 11: Fragments & Their Afterlives journey’s end…the old woman’s favourite vase—a constellation nowof Swedish porcelain shards—is catalogued thusly: Item #7.3.1Vase (blue and white, chipped rim).Shattered by: cat(motive: gravitational poetry).Current state: 1,022 fragments (minimum).See also: kintsugi,if you believebroken thingsdeservegoldmore thanair. Beneath, the worm has…
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