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21 June: For Ragtag Daily Prompt
Silent as a Relic mostly picture bookswhen I was young, photos of stars teeteringon the edge of space, or life below the sea,strangely benign, buoyant, silent as a relic that lostits voice and history, and I always thoughtit was a remarkable lie, the greatest error tobelieve we’re alone,or that it’s a god thing. Written for…
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21 June: A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In ItPassing Throughthose emotional days, an eternal gift let’s take a walk, he’d say – it was never about walking world, my world, what I lost. I was full of mourning we of complex ancestry, he’d say never lie because truth runs in our veinshe is gone…
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20 June: dVerse Midsommar
Midsommar Her name is Lovisa. My grandmother. My father’s mother. My farmor. It was my first Midsommar, or Litha as she called it. With her in Sweden. Not all of that day I remember, and probably fill in the gaps with floral scents from garlands and wreaths of elderflowers and daisies. Those summer flavours of…
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20 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In Iti have a dark core, runic with a green algal bloomand by definition I am an altered species straight from water, amphibious, water, water, silken. I am an electrical conduit. a chemical flaw. possibly ammonia. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified…
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19 June: A Six – Part 14: Behind the Eye of a Needle
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 14 Behind the Eye of a Needle Connor sits at my desk, bleak as a Puritan, staring at my open laptop … his eyes dim as altar lights, his face luminous from the cold bright screen, and in this dream-haunted night…
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18 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In ItMercurial war is a suicide foundry.a belligerence. it is an aeon of fallen snowand a well gone dry.it is a mercurial flicker of sequins gone awry. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are…
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17 June: A Cadralor: An Imperfect Calm
A Cadralor Poem: An Imperfect Calm I.Clouds rush by as if traveling life’s long road, and I’m glad of sapphire sky that’s breathless as runners in their race. II.Your eyes are the quiet darkness of sky, only the sharp glare of midday is strong enough to make me look away. III.Somewhere in a field a…
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17 June: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Poetic Form: Tanka 5.7.5.7.7 – st. 46-51 pg 141 Surtr – The Primordial Fire Who are these three maidsthey fly over homes of men.The Norn. They are Fate.Guardians over the seaWho wander a mothers’ path. But Surtr shall comewith his thirsty sword-of-flames.He is South, and comes.Is he to hold Thor’s hammerwhen Dark-Surtr’s sword is slaked.…
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16 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In It1.what is it, this ash, this catch in the eye, a black ozonal fleeting serpent on the window. what is it that catches my eye, this electrical root, psychic soot, my phantom illness has broken wisdom. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified…
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15 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In ItA Little Wisdommy blood finds speech just like birds and beasts moon fish sun and stars men and maids and crones find their native shape in trees weeds water and air and still man believes nature speaks in human tongues. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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