( [Beatrix Potter] via / via )

A low-relief model fits better than a real body, supporting the idea it may be medieval artwork.

“Into Ghede”

Worship is a reef against storms,
rough water, unmanageable tides.
As fast as the ocean erodes it
you forge new coral from beloved repetition.

You have a single blueprint for survival
the ritual that cosmologizes ferocious universe
into something small, hard, and shiny:
building blocks that click together neatly.

Not that you can ever forget how fragile
your shellcraft is, nor how terrible the packaged forces,
when every surface touched too long transmits a tremor.

You have heard the stars were falling but you knew it already,
the Surgeon-General’s warning just confirmed your resolve
to leave no dawn-beached body for the gulls to gouge.

(1983)

"Good poems aren’t all cheerful, and they mostly don’t have rainbow sprinkles on top, but they are just as necessary and important as cupcakes."

"Call me unhinged, but I just ordered six books on minimalism."—@lisabug.bsky.social

Seven at Once.