Ted Powell

“pity this busy monster, manunkind'
pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go”
― E.E. Cummings

“prostitute he just murdered. It’s called The Camden Town Murder”
― Patricia Cornwell, Chasing the Ripper

“He often felt that too many people lived their lives acting and pretending,wearing masks and losing themselves in the process.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Choice

“wanted more gunpowder and bullets and “a little Milk of the Great Father”
― Ralph K. Andrist, Lewis and Clark