Tag: a.i.Art
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31.10: Of Samhain
The Return of the Wise Woman The PreparationThe world has gone thinat the edges.The air, a gossamer veil,smells of apples and smoke. A single candle is lit,a sun in a kitchen windowoverlooking the sea.It is the same flame grandmother lit,and her grandmother before her. A beacon.A welcome.A promisethat the hearth is still tended. The InvocationShe…
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30.10: dVerse Haibun
A Samhain Haibun On Samhain night she lit a single candle in the kitchen window, the way her grandmother had taught her: a flame for the ones who still wander. The air smelled of apples and smoke; the world had gone thin at the edges, and she thought she heard the old woman’s tread across…
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29.10: MicroDosing 60 µg
The Bone Orchard They don’t grow stones here in this bone orchard. They plant people. The soil is rich with silence, fed by stories. We tend the plots, not with water, but with memory. In spring, the only blossoms are the ones others bring. The only harvest is a name, whispered back by the wind.…
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28.10: De-Scribing – The Liturgy
The 27th of 27 – The Unstitching and De-Scribing of the Bond The Liturgy for The De-Scribing — The Book of 27(as written by Felreil) I.The body’s lanterns dim,and yet we see. We seewith the soles of the feetthat know the coldof monastery stone. We seewith the palms that rememberthe weight of a crow’s feather.…
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27.10: Black on White
The Striped One, Who Is Both This isthe light and dark of it. You stand in the thresholdwhere dust meets breath,where sky calls to you, you — who wear the herd’s mark,light of consciousnessin your serene gaze. The light sees you.The light wants you. Sacred is the patternthat binds all things, black stripe of shadow,white…
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27.10: Bellhollow – The Liturgy
The 26th or 27th Glyph · Liturgy for Bellhollow, (from The Book of 27 – Emptiness Mistaken for Grace) I. The Sound of Emptiness It begins not as silence,but as sound’s echo —the hum in a glass bowl after the strike,the vibrationin a bell that holds no clapper. Bellhollowis the note that lingersafter the singer…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman Considers Ownership The Old Woman watches the cat— that cat, the one who pacesher kitchen like a landlordcollecting rent in broken sleepand half-remembered dreams — and she says, soft as dust:“Perhaps you are mine,in the way the wind owns the sigh,or the crow owns that stolen spoonhe buried near the mugwort.” The…
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26.10: SenHai #23
Senryu: two old souls watchingthe moon pour its golden dream.a shared, silent wish. Haiku: a moon’s veil fallspours light over the cliff’s edgenight drinks golden dawn. Senryu: two souls at the edgemoonlight spills their held breath loose,they forget to speak. Haiku: moon’s river falling,night drinks the silver current,stars tremble awake. Senryu: lovers lean, unmovedas if…
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10.24: MicroDosing 130µg
Walking Westport The sea breaks inches from where I stand. It’s a cannon’s rush on my ears. A tempest. The sound of purgatory. We’re walking fast along wet sand, the tide pushing us faster, the beach is paper-flat and straight into the west sky. We’re barefoot. Mum says it’s good for the arches of our…
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22.10: Briarthrest – The Liturgy
24 of 27: Briarthrest – The restlessness that follows after healing I. After the Breaking:It doesn’t come while you’re breaking.It comes afterward,the moment you find yourselfunmoored from ache. It’s not the wound.Not the grief,but a chair empty at the table.You learned to eat alone.You stopped setting a place. II. After the Healing:It is what the…
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