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9.04: Poem-a-Day Challenge
The Old Woman Hangs the Moon the stairs creak louder nowthat she’s stopped counting them.“one less thing,” she tells the dust,“to weigh the pockets.” her mirror fogs with tea steam—a kindness. she scrapes her reflectionclean with a knife, hums:“all this light, and no oneto blind.” the neighbours whisper:“she used to keep cats—”“no, it was a…
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8.04: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Two Versions of the Same Poem I.The God of Small Annoyances The wind bitesits lip— a wisptoo thin to fold and the stormspills— thunder cracking itsknuckles like the Godof SmallAnnoyances The sky stiffensit won’tslump into rain— it just humselectric, and raw— a wirestripped of itssong. II.The God of Small Annoyances the wind bites its lip—a…
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8.04: A Six of Ordinary Apocalypses
The Garden of Ordinary Apocalypses (A Six Sentence Story) The Old Woman with No Cat Finds The Aleph The old woman with no cathaunts the edge of myth with a crow that’s black as an obsidianpsalm. “Look closer,” rasps the crow,“your spade’s a universe,a cellar of light—your spadeisaxis mundi.” She digs, and a worm curls—not…
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7.04: A Six – The Epilogue
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 27 Epilogue: The Well of the World’s End Here in the Glen of Weeping near Loch Lomond lies a vein in the land’s skin—here I stand beside the ancient Well of the World’s End, the portal to the Otherworld—Tobar Ceann an…
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7.04: Poem-a-Day Challenge
The Birdbath Aleph the old woman with no catrefills the birdbath. it’s half-rusted,and holds all the waterand thirst of the sky. a single featherfloats like a commain god’s draftof the world. the cat is a cosmic overlord, watching. “The ocean,” he marvels,“is just a birdbathfor baptisingfragments of heaven.” PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 6 with Prompt:…
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06.04: The Old Woman Without a Cat
About The Old Woman Without a Cat The Old Woman and the Spiral Eyes the old woman with no cat—her vision unwinds itselflike a cassette tape left in the rain—the world smudges, blooms,becomes an impressionist’s afterthought. rest your rebel eyes, says the cat,knocking over her reading glassesfor the third time today.(it claims it’s helping.) she…
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5 April: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: I’m thankful that endings lead to new beginnings The hypnotic bliss of deadheading daffodils A warm day and a barbecue—the scent of summer coming. Extreme surrealism and Borges’s The Aleph. The privilege of being at my friend’s side as her beloved dog died. Peter Gundry’s music To waltz around the kitchen,…
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04.4: Old Woman With No Cat
Knees That Leave Fossils the earth remembersthe old woman with no cat— remembers her, not as a saint, but as a forcewhose knees leave fossils in the soil— kneel long enough,and even prayer becomes a root. The crow approves. “Finally—a saint who digsinstead of floating.” PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 4 with Prompt: mess. Some artwork…
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02.04: The Old Woman Without a Cat
More About The Old Woman Without a Cat The Old Woman With No Cat and the Crow the old woman with no catsits in her wicker chair,spring sunlightwarming her bones, arranged like kindlingwaiting for warmth from a match. a crow hops across the lawn,its feathers oil-slick black,a hole in the world’s brightness, one foot, then…
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Day 3: Poem-a-Day Challenge
A Crow with a Pocketful of Stanzas (a tricube diptych) I. The Arithmetic of Yellow Sun’s shorthand—Grandma’s cakeand bee’s sigh. Dandeliontime bombstick, bloom, flee. Door left ajar—light poolsin threes—free. II. Crow’s Afternoon Tea Black beaks dipin stanzas—sweet, sharp, thief. “Honey-dust?”No—sun’s rustand grief’s leaf. They caw, flee,wingtips smudgedwith your laugh. Here are the rules of tricubes:…
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