Monday, February 24, 2025

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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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