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3.3: A Six – The Vanishing Act
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 9 Part 1 The Vanishing Act I decide to pocket the book into its own shadow, hidden until I know what to do with it. Closing my eyes, the words wound around my fingers—and I traced them along the edge of…
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1 March: Journal of Thoughts
Flowing in a Stream of Consciousness When I wasn’t old enough to know better, I gave my favourite doll a haircut—she had a string in the back of her neck that you pulled, and then she’d say stuff—and being quite pleased with her haircut, I showed her to my mum, declaring that when I grow…
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27.2: A Thursday Door
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 my photos and found a few to share. For the visually impaired: A vibrant blue, ornate double door stands slightly ajar in a…
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27 Feb: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1.) I am thankful for my “Tens” — and the relief it gives. 2.) The word thankful is insufficient: I saw 6 planets in alignment last night. 3.) Daffodils growing taller by the day, and their bright colour waiting for me. 4.) For the crow with its single white tail feather,…
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From the Oracle in Hindsight
Her Shadow Work Her mother counts pennies,grapes in a bag,pages in a book. More is better—she heard that somewhere. Her father says double yolks are magic, “Eggs are quieter than hens,”and moonlight quiets a dreambecause it sweeps the stars. Words of war wrap the house, a bitter path,the cards are castand signs read. Desk, plough,…
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25.2 dVerse Indigo
Knolling Indigo Indigo blueit fills the twilight scene,Spills inky songs in a secret tongue andWarmsso soft with it tints serene. Indigo blueswept from depths of wonder lies, So truethis blue that colours my dreams Sanctuary lies in your indigo eyes Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille Monday (Quadrille: 44-words sans title, include the prompt word “indigo”). Some artwork is created…
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25.2: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Who is more blest …the living, the lifeless,the crow by the door,the hearth, the fire,or the lame horse. Deyr fé—Deyja fændr.Who will prevail. Who is more blest …the son come too soon,stones below water,a ship at berth,or icy winter’s breath. Deyr fé—Deyja fændr.Who will prevail. Who is more blestthan he of none. This is the…
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24.2: Bœuf Bourguignon Always Has Mushrooms
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 Part 5 Bœuf Bourguignon Always Has Mushrooms “Which of you ordered two bœuf bourguignons,” asks the waitress who shifts her weight to her right hip—muscle memory, thanks to several children having perched there over the years. We’ve arrived early at…
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24.2: A Six – Enter Ozymandias
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 Part 4 Enter Ozymandias “That book doesn’t belong here—it’s a clock that strikes thirteen, a poppy in a wheat field… a perfect misfit,” says an elderly gentleman. He stands beside us—scholarly, spectacled, with a wonderfully unkempt shock of white hair…
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23.2 A Cadralor Poem
Wild Poppies … I. In a Danish fieldyou ripple, ridinga breeze. Your seedsfrom dark to bright, blossomsscattered like broken vows. II. Wild peals of feathered voice,the wind that envies yoursilken red. Quick!Root your brethren to a fieldin drifts of delirium. III. You scorn shadows nestingin shafts of wheat, scorn the corn and its rigid rod.…
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