"silence of the iambs"
Armageddon imgrat
only to pass grass burns
algorithms' riddle
rede from one stupider
dark green on burnt orange
graveside firelit conclave
night shaken & shapespoilt
shelter where the melt goes
the gift taken gaudily
gunfire a firm sermon
dark green on burnt orange
graveside firelit conclave
before sunrise sears with
sensible repentance
exact change at the zigzag
zoom laughing like glim rumors
Ducks eating peas from one of our best writers' hands.
“I realized that regardless of the tragedy, regardless of the grief, regardless of the monstrous challenge, some of us have not died. Some of us did not die [...] And what shall we do, we who did not die?”
—June Jordan via @zeeshanpathan.bsky.social

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