Saturday, November 14, 2026

( me / via )

Tanka.

"There's a word, my father told me once...an ugly word a poet coined for something, a surplus, extrabelief, aber, auber, aberglaube, a crust of superstition on truth, like barnacles, a vine." —The Rouse

The Strange World of Suzanne Ciani.

"leet-day"

chinwag across seas
too slow
why now caught

rookway
boyg nest

Staves and stones.

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