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"Let us turn first to that evergreen truth: the only time poetry ever makes the news is when poets fight."

"Publishing a weekly substack is like running a one-woman newspaper for an imaginary town that doesn’t exist." —@laurafaulkneristyping

We're all being eaten.

"Ramadan, Lent, Spring Break"

heart's Valhalla-foothold
heralded splint-winter
torn up road uproarious
with risk-averse esquires

where the torus tumbles
too much of a suchness

"And heatstroke took the piglets’ lives."