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Rob Baker
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"Leave anyone too long alone with his own thoughts, and every possibility will be not only explored, but poked and prodded until it raises its shaggy head, settles its lidless eyes on you. Such is the price of isolation, and that mulling that never ceases" (24).
— Jan 08, 2026 04:19AM
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Rob Baker
is on page 116 of 368
"As the thoughts of a person
in age sometimes grow sparer,
like a great cleanness come into a room,
the soul may grow sparer,
one sparrow song carves it completely.
And still the room is full,
and still the heart" (112).
— Jan 08, 2026 04:17AM
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in age sometimes grow sparer,
like a great cleanness come into a room,
the soul may grow sparer,
one sparrow song carves it completely.
And still the room is full,
and still the heart" (112).
Rob Baker
is on page 96 of 368
"So few grains of happiness
measured against all the dark
and still the scales balance.
The world asks of us
only the strength we have and we give it.
Then it asks more, and we give it"
(from "The Weighing", 93)
— Jan 04, 2026 02:26AM
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measured against all the dark
and still the scales balance.
The world asks of us
only the strength we have and we give it.
Then it asks more, and we give it"
(from "The Weighing", 93)
Rob Baker
is on page 60 of 368
Only if I move my arm a certain way,
it comes back.
Or the way the light bends in the trees
this time of year,
so a scrap of sorrow, like a bird, lights on the heart...
...But they guard me, these small pains,
from growing sure
of myself and perhaps forgetting.
--from "To Hear the Falling World", 48
— Dec 26, 2025 06:55AM
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it comes back.
Or the way the light bends in the trees
this time of year,
so a scrap of sorrow, like a bird, lights on the heart...
...But they guard me, these small pains,
from growing sure
of myself and perhaps forgetting.
--from "To Hear the Falling World", 48
Rob Baker
is on page 30 of 368
"......Einstein called time what stops everything
from happening at once" (25).
— Dec 23, 2025 02:39AM
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from happening at once" (25).
Rob Baker
is on page 30 of 368
"A day just ends
Its dusk comes simply
without opinion or hesitation.
A fork still fits hand,
shoes fit feet,
on this day, like any other.
She closed her eyes,
opened her mouth
to receive the end of her life.
It's last tasting" (18).
— Dec 21, 2025 03:16AM
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Its dusk comes simply
without opinion or hesitation.
A fork still fits hand,
shoes fit feet,
on this day, like any other.
She closed her eyes,
opened her mouth
to receive the end of her life.
It's last tasting" (18).
Rob Baker
is on page 16 of 368
"Today, when I could do nothing,
I saved an ant....
It must have first walked
the morning paper, as if loosened ink
taking the shape of an ant" (10).
— Dec 20, 2025 02:40AM
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I saved an ant....
It must have first walked
the morning paper, as if loosened ink
taking the shape of an ant" (10).
Rob Baker
is on page 6 of 368
"I studied much and remembered little.
But the world is generous, it kept offering figs and cheeses" ("Tin", 5)
— Dec 19, 2025 04:08AM
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But the world is generous, it kept offering figs and cheeses" ("Tin", 5)




