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Lots of good thoughts on Dickens.

"...I knew you were not stasis
   bedded in the marl

...What we know
wouldn't
fill
a lemur's fist..."

—Diane Ackerman, "Neptune"

Refugees.

"Grandpa Fester"

razbliuto blood moon
as black ice writes crackling
double tap in turbid
tincture: Epstein unction

blood moon amid fathoms
of mild seiche-erasure

The Children Speaking from the Rubble.