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12 Sept: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. I am thankful that the English language has progressed beyond St Patrick’s 5th century Tale of a Nation (although I adore the word “docus” – a silly person): “Eh man, but ye maun be an unco docus to mistak the yowlin’ o’ a wheen dougs for the squeelin’ o’ ghaists…
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12 Sept: The Women of Lafitte’s
A Short Story The Seamstress She leans into the clatter of the machine, foot steady, hands coaxing fabric through with a tenderness that belies the harsh steel needle. The air is heavy, close — thick with the sweetness of cotton dust and the metallic tang of oil. Outside, New Orleans sweats; inside, she stitches against…
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11 Sept: A Thursday Door
Open shutters breathe,a hush on stone and orchid—light knows no hurry.Even silence has its path,traced in shadow, traced in time. (a tanka poem) 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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11 Sept: Ink In Thirds
100 Word Wednesday: prompt – image of an open palm The girl shrank from the compliment, as if it shone too bright. Her grandmother’s eyes — the weight of ages. “There once was a chalice,” she said, “cracked, scarred by flame, hollow with longing, and when the rain descended, the chalice turned aside. ‘I am…
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10 Sept: Journal of Thoughts
This poem is inspired by an article written by Spira: “Fear of Art” The Brush is a Blade They tell us freedom trickles down,a ribbon untied by royal hands,a parchment pressed with seals.But freedom does not fall like rain. It rises —from the ground,from the spray-can hiss on stone,from the ink that refuses to dry,from the…
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10 Sept: A Six Sentence Story
The Shadowed Door (the death of an online friend) It’s like finding a shadow where a door used to be — a threshold crossed a thousand times without ever noticing the hinges. Or like the neighbour you waved to across the wire and glass of years — now gone, and there are no casseroles, no…
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9 Sept: dVerse Quadrille
So Much Between So much dependson the moon’s pale hinge,the way night folds its dark velvetover the day’ssharp edges. So much is still heldin the soft hush —the unsaid,the almost, the breath betweengoodnightand a dream’sfirst tender sigh. This quadrille (44-words, sans title) is written for Dee’s dVerse Poets Quadrille #231 “much”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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9 Sept: Journal of Thoughts
The Absent Ink (a companion to an upcoming Six: The Shadowed Door) It is like finding a shadowwhere a door used to be —a threshold you crossed a thousand timeswithout ever seeing the hinges. Or like the neighbour you waved toacross the wire and glass of years — who’s now gone, and no casseroles arrive,no…
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9 Sept: A Six Sentence Story
The Book of 27: #19 – Starvow: The Unspoken Vow The Cartography of Brigid In the hush before sunrise, Felreil remembers her — not as a person, but as light. A quiet kind of love — like the sound of a wave inhaling before it breaks, or rain sighing against warm skin — the kind…
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8 Sept: Starvow – The Liturgy
19 of 27 – Liturgy for Starvow: The Silent Exchange I. The GreetingNot a vow spoken,but a pulse exchanged —a light in an east-facing window,answeredby a presence in an old oak tree. It is a dawn ritual with no name,a breath they lend to silence,a space made sacredonly because they both tend it. II. The…
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