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Postcard Fiction: Become a Traveler

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What to do between the silent secrets of stars?
Open the question at the crossroads of memory and your dreams.
Chase clouds of deep light.
Learn how to become a traveler in the unexplainable.
(in any order…)

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For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction prompt, above.

Postcard Fiction: On the Other Side

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All sleep ends up on the other side
There’s a turning point that takes everything everywhere
outside of time and space
poised on the edge of nowhere

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Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange microfiction prompt, a painting by Hans Thoma.

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Postcard Fiction: desrever

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3-only-one-s

6-girl-s

4-opening-s

5-cat-s

At night
lost and found
are reversed and
there is only one
opening

For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange microfiction challenge…an eerie illustration to a Russian folk tale by Ivan Bilibin, below.

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There are some truly wonderful responses this week…go to Jane’s post and check them out.

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My collage boxes, however, are still stuck in the between.

Postcard Fiction: Empty Handed

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2-gone-silent-s

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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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2-breathe-s

3-waves-s

4-moment-s

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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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