Tag: Poetry
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22 June: Endocrine Alchemy
Endocrine Alchemy Hormones are the inkin the body’s love letters … adrenaline’s draft,cortisol’s postscript,oxytocin lickingthe envelope shut. They hum alchemy:turn bread into fire,salt into song,a stranger’s glanceinto a stanza of sweat. and you thoughtyou were just hungry. Written for RDP “hormone”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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22 June: Small Gods of Anomaly
Five Gogyohka Poems for the Small Gods of Anomaly I.To the god of lost socks,who whispers look!at every drifting cloudevery untied shoelace …your distraction is divine. II.To the god of loud silence,who stuffs your pocketswith buzzing fluorescentsand the hum of unspilled words—you are the translator of static. III.To the god of fidget-spun thoughts,who braids tornadoesfrom…
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21 June: Tightrope
Tightrope And there we werepinching dark to the dark,stars to the night,like moths in love with street lamps.We walked a tightrope-narrow pathin search of a clearingamongst the brackento take a pee. “Did you bring toilet paper?” she asked. And I toppled over,laughing. To her, to whom a thousand kisses traced her face; to her, who…
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21 June: 5 Gogyohka poems
Five Equations Unsolved (5 Gogyohka poems for the Algebra in Us) Written for RDP “equation”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and…
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18 June: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Joyful Old Woman at Customs(A Ballad of Bureaucracy and Untaxable Delight) the old woman presents her bagsto the very serious manwith the very serious stamp. “anything to declare?” he asks.she smiles.“joy,” she says.“four kittens’ worth.also one (1) slightly used sunset.and this alleged cat—”(she gestures to the cat,currently meltingout of her carry-onlike a guilty butter…
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16 June: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman’s Unwritten Rules – Vol. II 1. When the kettle screams,listen for what else it might be saying—a hymn, a warning,or the crow’s third attemptat opera. 2.Let the cat claim your lapeven when you need to rise.Some debts are paid in purrs,some in patience,and some in the tiny victoriesof a well-timed “oh, fine.”…
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16 June: Colour Name – The Liturgy
10 of 27: Quillbone – The Poem – The Truth Told Too Late 10 of 27: Quillbone – the poem – The Truth Told Too Late I. The Silence Quillbone does not begin with the lie—it begins with the space after,where the truth waits where words unsaid turn slowlyinto I can’t,into I won’t,into it’s too…
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15.06: Garden of Ordinary Apocalypses
The Garden of Ordinary Apocalypses She was drawn moth-like to the darkest flames, not just to feel the burn, but to tell the story of their kindling, the light they gave, and the ashes they left behind, but her problem was the problem of the artist: “How to let people see what’s there—and paint with…
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14 June: An in Reply to Poem
This poem is in response to Spira’s post called Love Like an Ocean which I highly recommend you read. Like an Ocean, Never Stop Love like the ocean. Never stop.Not even when the moon forgetsto rise, or the gulls fold their songsinto the hollow of clouds. Love with the hush of tide returning,with a kiss to same…
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14.06: Garden of Ordinary Apocalypses
Triptych de Crystalline—the artist who paints the woman who watches him do so— I. Water Speaks (the elemental voice) Brush tip waitsPaused like the dropletBalanced between skyfall and reflection You blink onceCanvas remembersThe hush before thunder learns its name You breathe inAnd pigment listensA ripple caught mid-birth remembers you He holds lightWith palms that echoThe…
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