ㅁ the week has begun though time is just a seeming a week's an eon
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Past. Future. Or right now. We sort things out. The arrow of time sometimes becomes bent.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Find some words, write them down. They will make sense, as long as you present them in order.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ light arrives quite slowly as winter comes the equinox has passed and clouds persist
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Kiamon challenged the facts that she found; someone'd created them, spread them around. Lacking in proofs, she just studied the clues, finding strange holes in the logic of news.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. The continuing ruminations of a fictional character, Kiamon.
ㅁ Bits of stone were seen, crafted into roads, clearings, washed clean by the rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ Kiamon woke from her dreams with a start. Somehow she'd lost herself inside some art: paintings her grandmother'd done long ago, cabins in forests and wide fields of snow.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
ㅁ Dreams crowded by worries and random thoughts; then, a lucid moment, levitating. Flight above... but control was elusive; I saw a child trapped in a prison cell.
– two tetractys (tetractyses?) enchained.
ㅁ Blood flowered on knuckles, along fingers. Those beastly barnacles were fighting back.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Black ravens swirled like storms congregated. They'd found something they wanted to discuss.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Sun shone down, but the light wasn't summer's: the afternoon sun's angle has shifted now.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Words start slow, tumble out... then suddenly: whole sentences spill out like a burst pipe.
– a tetractys.
ㅁ gifts given bought and sold dull detritus these physical things imbued with meaning
– a tetractys.
ㅁ storm brings rain and some wind waves on the sea rivulets run, all gray and muddy brown
– a tetractys.
ㅁ Still, at ease, looking out, stolid, alert, the eagle parked herself on the pier's railing.
– a tetractys.