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23.11: Ananda (a sculpture)
Ananda (a sculpture) Circle and study the negative spaces, feel the energy, intention, … the simplicity (is simplicity not the highest form of mastery?). It is called “Ananda” (meaning bliss, rapture). I will never see this sculpture in person, but I’ve seen photographs of it from various angles. I gasped when I say it the…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat and The Book of Obsolete Words(A Masterclass in Feline Flattery) The cat is sprawled across the Dictionary of Forgotten Tongues,one claw resting delicately on the entry for: “Philofelist”: n. A lover of cats. “You,” he announces,with the gravity of a judge delivering a life sentence,“are clearly a philofelist.It’s archaic.It’s dignified.It’s literally written here,…
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22.11: Journal of Thoughts
Senryu (for the human unease it stirs) The mountains feel watched,a gloom too deep for sunlight,a weight on the soul. Haiku (for the season’s ominous beauty) Fog layers the peaks, the sky wears hazy shadows,a storm’s heavy breath. Image prompt. Written for SenHai #27. ©Misky 2006-2025.
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Day 22 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of a Lodger (long form) A single word becomes a key.It turns the lock on a moment,and a memory enterslike a ghost,a lodger,furnishing my mindwith its own, particular light. It feeds all dayon the steam rising from my coffee,on the rhythm of my walk,on a note, a song,on…
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Day 21 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Why the Cello Weeps (long form) Why a bow drawsnot a note,but a breath hauledfrom a deeper lungthan mine? Why the strings’ vibrationfeels like the slow fractureof a continent? This is the soundof memorywearing its own shadow. A grounded, human cryfrom a voice that walksits ruins,its empty halls. It stands…
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21.11: MicroDosing 150µg
Quiet Hearts There’s a man who wandered here and there, collecting silences: the thin breath between cathedral notes, the feather-pause beneath a crow’s wing, the split-second hush before a lie takes shape. He trapped each one in cork-sealed jars, labelling them with careful hands, certain he was gathering rare specimens of the world’s quiet heart.…
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Day 20 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of Petrichor (long-form list poem) Because the sky held itself too long.Because dust remembers it is earth.Because the stones hum a low, cool note.Because the roots murmur back to leaves. Because we recognise the smell of beginnings.Because it is the scent of promises kept.Because it carries the ghost…
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20.11: A Thursday Door
The Toll Booth Door It does not boast, this door.It keeps the hush of coins and crossing,knows the weight of hooves in fog, the soft knock of a widow’s handat dusk. The river watched the door open, close,open again. Some doorsdo not lead in,but back. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any…
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20.11: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. Snow. SNOW! I woke to icy cold weather, damp and drizzling, and my mood plummeted. I’d been feeling under the weather, and now I was really under the weather. And then it started snowing. How exciting! How fun! How child-like snow can make me feel. Time for a video. 2.…
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20.11: Journal of Thoughts
The Truth about Grey (Accentual Verse) This is no cleansingcold of the year.This is winter’s rot,and rain that dulls. The air tastes sourwith giving-up things;death’s slow handlaid on the shoulder. Colour drains out:stone’s grey remains,black bark dripping,green worn to bruise. Even the lightis tired cloth,a faded sheetthrown over days. This is Bleak.I breathe it in.I…
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