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“she fled in that lick of flame all tedious bonds;/…the death in the metronome.”
— Jan 31, 2026 05:20PM
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“While the air outside turns quietly / A grainy luminous blue. / You wish it would never change — / But of course the darkness keeps / Its appointment. Each evening, / An inscrutable presence, it has the final word / Outside every door.”
“The litter under the tree / Where the owls eats — shrapnel / Of rat bones, gull debris — / Sinks into wet leaves / Where time stirs with her slow spoon.”
— Feb 06, 2026 03:41PM
“The litter under the tree / Where the owls eats — shrapnel / Of rat bones, gull debris — / Sinks into wet leaves / Where time stirs with her slow spoon.”
