Tuesday, April 29, 2025

( via / me )

New Yorker cover.

      "hourglass of pitch"

feelsame stymied · in this unchanging light
   railroad-crossing thought
cupcake capture · substandard
   parody unsmiling
rampaging rain · in arrears--how?--
   hollowed-out trees stand
is it hot? is it cold? · closed casket
   for this democracy
we still must thole · etheric mecha
   hours i was not in the wind
too heartsick · for the sales pitch
   too many puzzletiles lost

El Desdichado.

"If I knew where poems came from, I would go there." -- Michael Longley (via @ianduhig.bsky.social)

Sunshine. (Not B W Stevenson after all...)

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