Silence has a
tremor to it
a tremble like
a quiet cold. I
wish I could move
fast like that
all the time or
make myself
gigantic with
massive
goosebumps.
But super speed or
growth are for
cool kids and I
get a preview while
freezing in the quiet,
cupped hand, ear.
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3 May 1641: John Suckling, #poet & alleged inventor of cribbage, erstwhile MP, is investigated by a Commons committee #otd for allegedly recruiting men to spring the Earl of #Strafford from captivity
The art of persuasion
in a world of infinite
is that the ant can
always shove the
rubble down the hill
and blame the gravity
of the situation.
And Sisyphus will
never see the ant’s
mandibular snicker
as he WTFs. But he
knows the agent of
his distress
It's Plain Reading's season finale! Join us for a discussion with #poet and educator L. S. McKee—we're talking personas, relics, interdisciplinary #writing, #epic, and so much more!
Just show up every day. Not to hold humanity in contempt. Trust me, humanity already knows its flaws and chooses to ignore. Just show up to create. Consistency is the diatribe against the night. It is the canyon where a river once flowed.
Fanning pages
made a breeze,
a butterfly in 1369
chrysalis-emerged,
and I exhaled. Their
overlap vertex
was chosen
as a site for no
thing, and is
considered one
of the lesser known
anomalies. It’s
documented
here for
posterity.
I’m shrinking from
the reduction, reducing
from deduction. In
fact I’m adding where
you’re subtracting.
Everything from this
point onward will be
documented to the
nanosecond, expanded
in time frivolously and
without extra pay.
A ditch that rejects
its dirt, even
with receipt.
That moment I can
fall into, this time when
my eyes drip, half shut
half then after again ,
asymptotically
approaching
closed.
And in that
time of falling
through solids,
existential crisis
takes a back seat
to ice and mercury
who were always
waiting, patiently.
Just be me, just
a tree, with a path
and a brook, and
infectious shade
that cajoles you
into smiling. At me.
At that tree.
And my only
eccentricitree
is you am you
and me am me,
and I’m working
on ambulating,
but evolution
takes time.
26 Apr 1630: George Herbert #poet & cleric prostrates himself before the altar in Bremerton Wiltshire for a long time at his induction to the benefice #otd
Treading on toast points,
stepping carefully, ensuring
marmalade impressions
aren’t anew. Reuse the
sticky paths from ago.
Feet going “schmuck”
in and out of deep
depressions. “Why, that
imprint alone is decades old.
Preserve the
landmark!”. What a
jam.
Some writers write
and believe they right.
Some wrong, but
trust unseemly
scenes and tryst
with untrue truths.
“Oh my, look
at me, the laureate
deserves acclaim!”
branding with great
self aggrandizing
prognostication,
in arrears. Pulling
a daisy before it
wilts on the asphalt.
For the cheap seats in the back, the word #infifada means 'uprising' and 'From the river to the sea' is about the liberation of #Palestine. 'Nuff said.
A remarkable .com
we’ve had, and I
think back to the
day we hired each
other, all fidgety and
cotton-mouthed in
the interviews. For a
while it was water
bubblers and break
room antics. Then
we trained our own
team. New product
launches always.
Did we before @?