red fiesta (day 172)

"It is quite possible that at one point, a samurai used a fax machine."

"But it seemed now that the place was no longer still — that it seethed with a malignant secret life — that it reached out towards me with its scummy waters, with the bony fingers of its trees, with the spectral faces it had spewed forth from its lethal deadfall." --@KlarkashT

"To speak is to thread and the thread weaves the world."

things that would have made sense
the façade of the house still standing
not all of us the fireworks

manners & the color
of the light remain

the necessity
to set word after word

duckspeak from the other side

September Song.

"Me, I'm jest a dumbdora, makin' her livin' anklin' over a waxed floor with all th' apple-knockers, brush-apes, an' spongecakes in th' world." --@HarrySKeeler

"There is a continually reviving subvocalic nattering. In its lacunae, poems are glimpsed."

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