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Title: Pernickety Poisoner
Fandom: Original
Poetic form: Abecedarian
Rating: Gen
No. of lines: 28
Prompt: Persnickety
Summary: An abecedarian about how nothing in the persnickety's poisoner's cabinet is of any use! So vexing!

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For Earth Day on Tuesday.

Today we are looking at two stories.

"The Adventure of the Stockbroker's Clerk" was published in The Strand in March 1893.

The plot of this story is very near to that of "The Red-Headed League."

A person is lured from their designated place in order to further a financial crime. The poor victim is named...Hall Pycroft! He's lured from a new job so that someone else can take his place and rob his new employer and blame him.

"The Adventure of the Resident Patient" appeared in The Strand in August 1893.

Here we get a struggling doctor Percy Trevelyan who accepts a patient (a patient who lives with him in the practice offices) with A Past and two curious characters show up and take revenge on their former associate. This is very similar to the story of Victor Trevor's father and (in a way) to Mary Morstan's father.

I can't say either story is remarkable in my mind.

I found I had a horse sticker, so I did a collage of Silver Blaze.

Yesterday the boys and I dyed eggs. This was the Cosmic PAAS kit (for those in the US) and it was super easy and gave a great result.

Title: Choice Piece of Heart
Fandom: Original
Rating: Gen
No. of Lines: 28
Prompt: Compassionate
Notes: a poetry remix of a gen-rated animal AU fic of mine in the BBC Sherlock fandom where Sherlock is a raven and John is a wolf: The Wolf Bird. Also a fill for fffc: Little Special 216: Found Poetry
Summary: a raven shows compassion to an injured wolf

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What I am appreciating most about the poem-a-day is the little blurb after the poem about the poem. The first poem was inspired by the second.

alameda point by David Maduli

—after lucille clifton

the estuary opens to the bay
and the bay stretches into the pacific and so on
therefore and such-and-such,
none of them empty or full
in the way no frame can minimize nor contain horizon—
yet the ocean can be it, even when sky
and sea are the same late summer gray
they blend together erasing, making
each other. the humpback whale
breaching the slate screen is the only
one who knows the tension between.
here arrive two children winding bikes
on the path to the point passing succulents
and ground squirrels, and three pelicans
follow in spinning dives to slash
down on this estuary guarded
by gurgling sea lions. the children
collecting rocks and examining mussel shells,
millennia in their hands, nod to each other and laugh
racing childhood to the pier’s edge.

the mississippi river empties into the gulf by Lucille Clifton

and the gulf enters the sea and so forth,
none of them emptying anything,
all of them carrying yesterday
forever on their white tipped backs,
all of them dragging forward tomorrow
. it is the great circulation
of the earth's body, like the blood
of the gods, this river in which the past
is always flowing. every water
is the same water coming round.
everyday someone is standing on the edge
of this river, staring into time,
whispering mistakenly:
only here. only now.

Wednesday's word is...

...winceyette.

noun

a British flannelette of cotton napped on both sides and used especially for underwear, pajamas, and house dresses

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I found it in prompt #10 of 52 by Jo Bell: Just pay attention to a real instance of touch; the temperature, the sensation of grit or winceyette.