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Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100.

"the other moon"

shapes fade but their feel stays
feral in the sunset
my chores scramble scrap heaps
scrying other moon-phiz

no good deed is gathered
to the goof-heap baffling
sort-thirst & most thrifty
that belief in outcomes

suppose prison rainbows
proved but a world haven
rabbit on the runway
peruses these plane wrecks

cut by the curt shapes

"I think this point about the average prose quality of children’s literature is much more important than whether or not children read any particular supposed ‘classic’..."

"They came to the top of a mountain. The shadow of a hawk fell over them." —@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

King Kong burning