”Snow be in this time with us as music
River frozen and twigs done
Lists of birds are etched into the birches:
white notes on a yellow scroll

A cross of light on the ceiling or wall
tell’s the room’s a cell
Contemplation of white lines crossing

coos behind the wainscotting, if this is the end

it brings no surprise”

--Fanny How*


Silicon paintings. (via Robot Wisdom)


"I am currently writing an essay on citational or "found" poetry and the poetry of constraints..."


Nominations blog. (via M*tafilt*r)


R'lly*th.


In smog and thund*r.