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Jamie Newman
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— Nov 06, 2025 05:08PM
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Gianna Colombo
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All abroad
“The world may be as it used to be / but I am altered, I the eye that sees / all half known, half strange as if newborn / and fresh to its mortality.”
— Aug 29, 2025 09:28PM
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“The world may be as it used to be / but I am altered, I the eye that sees / all half known, half strange as if newborn / and fresh to its mortality.”
Gianna Colombo
is on page 72 of 100
“Night”
Heaven is not my home. / O may we come at last to land / in the mercy of the wind.
“Westering”
this little boat my body / its ragged sail my soul / going where the stars go
— Aug 28, 2025 08:45PM
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Heaven is not my home. / O may we come at last to land / in the mercy of the wind.
“Westering”
this little boat my body / its ragged sail my soul / going where the stars go
Gianna Colombo
is on page 67 of 100
“The Unknown Continent”
I am used to being lonely / but forever to be a stranger / is a strange grief.
“The Boat Itself”
The boat itself
the boat myself
alone
my crew my life
that I have never known.
— Aug 28, 2025 08:43PM
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I am used to being lonely / but forever to be a stranger / is a strange grief.
“The Boat Itself”
The boat itself
the boat myself
alone
my crew my life
that I have never known.
Gianna Colombo
is on page 56 of 100
“The People”
They know more than I know.
I think they come from home.
“Waking / Seaward”
dreams memories all
becoming immaterial
the self unselving
gone adrift on the same tide
— Aug 25, 2025 09:39PM
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They know more than I know.
I think they come from home.
“Waking / Seaward”
dreams memories all
becoming immaterial
the self unselving
gone adrift on the same tide
Gianna Colombo
is on page 47 of 100
“Noctis oceanus”
What I sought in voyaging I found,
the gifts I asked were given. Now
discoveries turn mystery, gift is loss.
….
If I could know this fearlessly,
give up and give away, be easy and rejoice
that the little I knew was everything.
— Aug 25, 2025 09:39PM
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What I sought in voyaging I found,
the gifts I asked were given. Now
discoveries turn mystery, gift is loss.
….
If I could know this fearlessly,
give up and give away, be easy and rejoice
that the little I knew was everything.
Gianna Colombo
is on page 42 of 100
“Looking Back”
I looked back, not forward, into death.
Forgiving rains dissolve me, and I come
still disobedient, still happy, home.
— Aug 22, 2025 09:40PM
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I looked back, not forward, into death.
Forgiving rains dissolve me, and I come
still disobedient, still happy, home.
Gianna Colombo
is on page 41 of 100
“Berkeley, December 1941”
We were we irreligious
as coyotes, and I don’t know what he read,
but it was great, and grave, and suitable
to that strange night, the first night of a war.
“After the Death of Orpheus”
Under the weightless boat
the waters of shadow ran silent
towards the beginning of all music.
— Aug 22, 2025 09:40PM
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We were we irreligious
as coyotes, and I don’t know what he read,
but it was great, and grave, and suitable
to that strange night, the first night of a war.
“After the Death of Orpheus”
Under the weightless boat
the waters of shadow ran silent
towards the beginning of all music.
