Book of Kells online. (via @adapalmer.bsky.social)
"song of sad Krasnov"
still a fog · in the furled alley
sussuration runic · to rove the grid
swept up in hightail
trees untrace · a tremor's field
in the blank blathering · oblique crashsound
zigzag these scattered
craters of crunk · shell game weather
the loom lingers · lost among figments
caught in the drain swirl
tin roof pounding
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.
"Girls, have you spoken to your father? Are you not glad to see him? You have been thinking of his coming, I suppose? Or have you no feelings on the occasion? I do not believe in feelings that are not expressed. They say that still waters run deep, but in my experience they do not run at all." --@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social
"And once he actually got a cello, everything fell into place."
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