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Alexandra
is on page 108 of 128
The ending to Coda was magnificent oh wow
— Jul 24, 2026 05:05PM
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Alexandra
is on page 89 of 128
I need more time to take in "Marigold & Cable."
"In morning's coloratura
a magick eye plays tricks
under the ongoing mossy
cloud-mass, exhilirating
traingles and timpani softly
in silt air, in the blanketed
nowhere of now
...
darkly we love
in the ex, the far sun
carpeting, the clouds
stilling,
...
the sun
over aphasia, we
didn't ask for this
wintering rust
but elegy is tonic
on the stoop,
far candle" (59-61)
— Jul 24, 2026 01:16PM
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"In morning's coloratura
a magick eye plays tricks
under the ongoing mossy
cloud-mass, exhilirating
traingles and timpani softly
in silt air, in the blanketed
nowhere of now
...
darkly we love
in the ex, the far sun
carpeting, the clouds
stilling,
...
the sun
over aphasia, we
didn't ask for this
wintering rust
but elegy is tonic
on the stoop,
far candle" (59-61)
Alexandra
is on page 57 of 128
"Inside Out Loud" and "Letter to the Ghost World" almost succeeded in breaking me with their tenderness.
"There is
a greensward
inside.
A reclamation
in small things.
There is a hill and
on this hill
I see
another hill.
...
Leaves
came to
ground.
What wind
brought me,
wanting
to see
the truth
in green.
...
Sunday was
like this,
an unwavering
lively
occurring,
stupefied
and restless" (38-39).
— Jul 21, 2026 08:30PM
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"There is
a greensward
inside.
A reclamation
in small things.
There is a hill and
on this hill
I see
another hill.
...
Leaves
came to
ground.
What wind
brought me,
wanting
to see
the truth
in green.
...
Sunday was
like this,
an unwavering
lively
occurring,
stupefied
and restless" (38-39).
Alexandra
is on page 34 of 128
A trickling stream of consciousness, almost dream-like. I keep pausing having to pause as the scenes dissolve or transform into nothing or something else entirely...
"Passion comes from a difficult world—I'm sick of twilight,
when the light is crushed, time unravels its string.
Along the way I discovered a voice, a sun-stroked path choked with old light, a ray already blown.
Look at the world, its veil" (16-17).
— Jul 20, 2026 08:16PM
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"Passion comes from a difficult world—I'm sick of twilight,
when the light is crushed, time unravels its string.
Along the way I discovered a voice, a sun-stroked path choked with old light, a ray already blown.
Look at the world, its veil" (16-17).
