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Day 5 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. Architecture of a Departure Farewell, summer’s geese,their airborne hymn and ragged prayersof a hundred wings. They glide on wind’s…
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Day 04.1 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. The Architecture of Memory From the porch, a blue belt of seathe horizon stitched to my gaze.I was joy,…
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Day 04 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of Entanglement Either/Or, Both/And He settles into pillows and blankets, “What are you writing; read it to me,” he says. Softly, quietly, a step above breath, Of temporal entanglement, I begin. He laughs. And vomits again. — a particle shivers.Its spin decidedby an action yet to occur. The…
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Day 02.1 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. The Architecture of Joy Young ones wrapped in November’s breath,a rustle of coats,a symphony of zips,mittens and hats,cheeks bright…
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At the Intersection of Odd Numbers
From The Intersection of Odd Numbers Both Questions and Answers The dustof long absence stirs windows unsealed the old airescapesso the newladen with garlic and rain-damp streets might enter. Letfamiliar tunesbe hummedeven ifthe words areforgotten. Letthe crowprotest and the floorboardsgleamunderthe slowpromiseof a mop. For a personstands at the door apronstained…
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3.11: At the Intersection of Odd Numbers
At the Intersection of Odd Numbers: A New Beginning (Parts 1 & 2) Brigid’s back in the city, mop in hand, crow in tow, and at the intersection of odd numbers, the door to something new just creaked open. (A Six Sentence Story — Prompt: “cross”) A Mop and Bucket (Part 1) Brigid coaxes the…
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Day 03 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. How to Release a Song First, the slow grind of spin,black wheel, waiting world.Then fingers, surgeon-sure,lower the bridge of…
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Day 02 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Alchemy Bubble, bubble, the morning sun.Oats and blueberries, honey, salt,papa’s wooden bowlritual for a heart. A spoon once carved from oak,its circles keep the calm,anchored quietin the day’s small storm. This is quiet fun,a simple joy,to make a home,to stir a steaming bowl. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge.…
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Day 01 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Enter a Cloud The heartbeat of percussionin his ear, not drum,but the world’s own strumming.Thunder in the soul,pressure in the hollow bone. Then the rip and fold of wing,a seam in the sky torn wide.He, peregrine, enters cloud,becomes the storm he chased. No longer bird, but question,the wind’s own wonder…
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02.11 The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman, the Cat, and the Apple Tree of Chaos(Old Fashioned Chaos) The apple tree,drunk on starlight and spite,heaves its roots like Cetus, a sea serpent of soil— thunk against the fence,crack through the patio, its fruit rolling into the neighbour’s gardenlike tiny, rosy planetsescaping orbit. The cat(still not hers, never hers)watches from the…
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