Photo by OakleyOriginals / Flickr
— after BLP
Where is it I end?
Is it just past the last
echo of my fingertips or
tongue? Is it where
the ink dries on this page—
is that my finality?…
Poetry
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- Photo by Sylvie Mazerolle / Unsplash Assembly Dear fellow carpenters and woodworkers, I come with greetings of solidarity from the metaphysicians. Among us the situation has also b…
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- Birds over Jerash / Photo by Omar Chatriwala / Flickr The poets’ voices sing in my head across distance, sing to reconcile to make peace through counterpoint but can’t work as they should. For th…