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Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow

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Sunday, January 28th

🦋 Cottleston Pie

A few takes on Winnie-the-Pooh's classic form.

posted morning of January 28th: Respond
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Thursday, November 11th, 2021

🦋 Dok$ology

Praise G-d, creator without flaws
Praise G-d, all creatures, without pause.
Praise G-d, don't hold back the applause:
Praise Father, Son, and Santa Claus

(or, "Creator, Christ and Santa Claus")

posted morning of November 11th, 2021: Respond
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Monday, November 8th, 2021

🦋 Higgledy Hamletty

To be or not to be, that is the question, sir:
whether tis nobler to suffer, or not,
the slings and the arrows of outrageous fortune --
to play the hand dealt, or just give up the pot?

posted morning of November 8th, 2021: Respond

Saturday, June 19th, 2021

🦋 Time is the substrate

Imagination and Reality:
Two diaphanous N-membranes
floating in a soup of Time.

posted afternoon of June 19th, 2021: Respond

Wednesday, May 20th, 2020

busy being born, and busy
dying. Busy
with decisions and revisions
which a minute will reverse. Busy
busy busy
believing foma
and doubting

the strength to force the moment
to its crisis.

posted morning of May 20th, 2020: Respond
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Sunday, March 29th, 2020

🦋 Now

here, now
here, now
here, now
here, now
here, now
here

posted afternoon of March 29th, 2020: Respond

Reread. Go back. The letters,
Static, swerve, collide;
Shatter.
Your mental notes,
Your scribbled annotations
Useless now, incomprehensible;
Crystal edifice of abstraction brought low.

posted morning of March 29th, 2020: Respond
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Wednesday, January first, 2020

Blocky capital letters
of flame
in retro fonts imagined:
fluid flaming fonts, canvas of blacky void
so melt away their meanings
so what's left amounts
to glyphic shapes, just shapes and sounds
and chunky, palpable
consonantal feel.

posted morning of January first, 2020: Respond

Sunday, December 15th, 2019

🦋 a quick couplet

I decay; idk
wtfruok?

posted evening of December 15th, 2019: Respond

Wednesday, October 9th, 2019

There are 50 ways to breathe, my brother.

posted evening of October 9th, 2019: Respond

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