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Postcard Fiction: Empty Handed

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how come nobody
why inside why
gone silent
transparent breath
empty handed

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Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction painting, above, by Pierre Puvis de Chavannes , is once again ambiguously suggestive.

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And once again, as so often happens in these postcard fiction worlds, I see an opening that leads somewhere else…

 

 

Postcard Fiction: Something Waiting

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here in the darkness
something waiting    a question
the passage between

Jane Dougherty’s “strange and creepy” prompt painting this week, by Gabriel von Max,  is mysterious and enigmatic.

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That shadow figure is definitely not bringing tidings of comfort and joy.

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In Trust (over and over again you recognize that you don’t exist yet)

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And what will I give up?
Do I have to choose?
Will I know what I’ve done?
Or does someone take it?

The ghost of me breathing.
The step in the step back.
Cold light in warm darkness.
I will hold my shadow open.

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Postcard Fiction: Tomorrow Never Knows

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we’re swimming in air
we breathe    the stars shine
the waves send time deep

the moment faces the sea
tomorrow is eternal

Jane Dougherty’s Sunday challenge, below, inspired the usual shifting world.  The tanka formed quickly from my word box.

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Should we believe in yesterday?  or tomorrow?

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Confusion is a chicken…

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year of the rooster

tenth circle begins
chaos returned as crowing
drama and dissent

contain the fire, avoiding
eye contact with the Dark Side

The disruption of the Year of the Monkey gives way to more intensity….the cockiness of the Year of the Rooster.  Most of the predictions I read online for 2017 were not too positive.  They recommended keeping your head down, staying organized, and working hard.

And OK, that’s not really a rooster, it’s my interpretation of a basilisk.  They do have the head of a cock, though, and wings on their serpent body.

Of course you know to have a mirror handy in case you run into one, so they can admire themselves to death.  Or perhaps a pet weasel–the only creature immune to the basilisk’s deadly stare.

And the title?
“Confusion is a chicken with shattered eyes.”
–Thai proverb

That’s January 2017 in a nutshell.

 

 

 

 

Call and Response: Pairs and Surprises

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the pebbles
rolling all over the place
always in pairs

come explore
the unexpected
wonders
“There is no rush”
magic
surprises
really just the beginning

Claudia McGill is calling:  time for another response.  This time I painted the junk mail, and then collaged.

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You can see other calls and responses here.

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Postcard Fiction: A Call to Arms (Freedom #2)

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When I began my response to Jane Dougherty’s prompt “Freedom”, I first looked in my collage box of faces for couples that seemed to work together.  At the same time I was thinking about the Secret Keeper’s words for the week of October 3rd:  BRAVE – TEND – PURE – LEAD – DANCE .

I decided to do a Cento Poem, one that takes its lines from the works of other poets.  I like to play with words, and this is also a good excuse to read a lot of different poetry by a lot of different poets.  So I collected poetic phrases that contained the words (not that difficult with google at your fingertips) and played around with different arrangements.

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This couple seemed to fit the spirit of the words.  And given the state of the world, perhaps I was anticipating the state of mind I would need for 2017…

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O my brave soul!
Untended there beneath the heedless sky
leap and sparkle, dance and shine
in a world of pure imagination
Up and lead the dance of Fate!

 Poets, in order of appearance:
Walt Whitman, Sidney Lanier, Sarojini Naidu, Roald Dahl, Aeschylus

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Postcard Fiction: Dreaming is Free

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Jane Dougherty’s microfiction challenge #15, “Freedom”, was posted way back in September.  I liked the painting by Ilya Repin (below) so much that I did it twice.  Above is the first response.

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In the middle of the ocean
time fades into mystery
a journey illuminated
by movement translated into form.
What lies beneath this dream?

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but keep in mind…

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Part 2 of my response to Jane Dougherty’s prompt this week.

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For Part 1 look here.