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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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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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18 Feb: A Six—And It’s Written
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 Part 3 Et Scriptum Est — And It’s Written This Six continues from Nick’s (The Gatekeeper’s) comment of last week … I take the chair beside Nick; the book lies open, relaxed in its binding, “A leap from shadows of persecution into…
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10.2 A Six: Et Scriptum Est
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 Part 2 Et Scriptum Est — And It’s Written Continued from Part One “Nick—what?” He points under the table at the book—words etching blink-fast across the page: “The word invasive will fill his head; he will question if this book…
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9 Feb: 12 Minutes Past 8
Twelve Minutes Past Eight (A List Poem) Chimney Smoke in curls Grass hard with frost 2 doves pacing the roof ridge Scent of oatmeal A spoon stirring coffee A blackbird singing in the apple treeIce melting in drips Clock-radio playing upstairs Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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A Haibun to Darkness
Waiting for the Dark I sit by the window, the winter trees watching over me as daffodils push through soil and crocuses wait for tomorrow’s sun, and I write this, the light fading until gone, until the paper is more part of darkness than day, and I sit through the hour into night, alone by…
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4 Feb: And It Is Written
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 … And It Is Wrtten Nick and I enter Oxford’s Duke Humfrey’s Library, the Old Bodleian, and at once the air changes—cooler, tinged with the scent of bibliosmia and the faintest hint of dust that has settled since medieval scholars…
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30 January: Jamaica Inn
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 7.1 The Nature of Being …Continued from Part 7 The Nature of Being Where after the Inn,Jamaica it was called,the land gave up its trees to stone. Its ancient breath lay bareto brooding clouds at sight’s edge, and a notch in…
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29 Jan: The Nature of Being
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 7 The Nature Of Being Mist hangs close and clings to itself, a flutish tune whistling between the gaps of cold stone and purple heather—it’s an ancient hermetic song, calling us in and calling us out. Nick and I are atop…
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