Saturday, March 29, 2025

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A new Scottish tartan.

Normalcy as denial. Normalcy as resistance. Normalcy as the balance one can't quite remember the trick of.

This was such a satisfying project, and one in which I realized for the first time how much my whole life had been spent in a manscape, in places where almost everything was named after men.

manageable Fillmore
murders offstage, soft-pedal
the road riddled · with dark red radar
   haze across land's end
   hazard in dream-words

brillig in the Braille days
abrasive-muse newsreels
swerve ichneumon · in a Nakba rain
   shattering cardboard
   eyes on the welkin

Storming a Quaker Meeting House with weapons drawn.

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