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COSMIC COHESION HAS COME UNDONE AND IT'S AFFECTING EVERYONE OUT OF SORTS OUT OF BOUNDS I DON'T LIKE THE WAY THAT SOUNDS HOW LONG TIL IT TURNS AROUND         [read more]

  6‑7, the chant without anchor, a number unmoored, yet sung like a streetlight flicker in the mind— an earworm gnawing its own refrain.   10‑67 crackles across the static, police code for nothing but pause, a hinge, a breath, a clearing... [read more]

  Three Blind Mice   They ran the furrow without sight, chasing a sound they could not name.   No harvest waited, no granary opened— only the blade, sharpened in silence.   The rhyme was meant for children, but the lesson was... [read more]

    Tall Poppy   It rose without counsel, a stalk among stubble, like a wedge of cheese left on the board— plain, unadorned, yet singular.   Hail struck, water swelled, drought cracked the soil, fire licked the horizon. Still it... [read more]

  May we be blessed as parents… knowing there will always be something as parents we lack… that our children understand  even when we are not there to hold their hands we will always have their back.   [read more]

    I Really Should Know Better   The pattern was plain, woven long before my hand touched it. Still I pressed the thread, as if insistence could alter the loom.   I mistook repetition for chance, called the bruise a blossom, the... [read more]

 I ASKED THE CLOUDS WHY THEY WERE SPITTING ON ME I GUESS THAT SOUNDS KINDA CRAZY CLOUDS DON'T SPIT DO THEY WHAT IS RAIN ANYWAY SPIT OR TEARS OR SWEAT SAME DIFFERENCE YOU GET WET     [read more]