treasures of the looters museum (day 171)

(@archillect)

Cosmic girls.

"just enough spring rain
blows with wild piercing voice
the mist between us
these slept-in sheets"

--@poem_exe

The view from Lissounes.

he wanders a wyvern way
that treads with fractal yaw
the turquoise field of a hundred steps
& nowhere-view

enough if there were bourne to reach
or finitude of term
not only mine the war
not only sky this storm

i know i will remain
through even voting-day shenanigans,
Groundhog Day return & battery drain
& Godzilla chine that stuns

Why the Water Towers are not Named.

"I have experienced, before now, that to see things for the first time by stealth, in the evening, in the fever of a hurried visit, is the way to receive a complete, definite and just impression of them." --Pierre Loti

"We like books you can hold in your hands, books made of paper."

(via via harlan smalling via liz moran on fb)