( me / via )

Solstice analemma.

in the umber floor
its own abyss · particles
with a raking light

Milky Way & pale regrets
incense not sold anymore

"There’s a sense that big publishing has stopped investing in people, authors, and good writing, and is just producing huge amounts of product, which means a completely oversaturated market and overstuffed bookstores."

"WINTER SOLSTICE (Anagrammed Lines)

Winter Solstice:
Written close is
woe. Strict lines
wrestle in stoic
selections, writ
low in its secret."

—@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

"The marriage of reason and nightmare..."