Wrong Kind of Swallow #6/30

“And you,” returned the prisoner, “who bade me to ask to see you; you, who, when I did ask to see you, came here promising a world of confidence; how is it that, nevertheless, it is you who are silent, leaving it for me to speak? Since, then, we both wear masks, either let us both retain them or put them aside together.”
-Alexandre Dumas, The Man in the Iron Mask

In the interim

Cooler heads prevail

We step down from the ledges

Count enough sheep

that we drift off

The things we should have said

Keep folded in back pockets

Long enough for the ink to fade

Like it didn't happen

Though it once was a bone in the throat

Sometimes

the wrong kind of swallow

brings the ragged raw to the surface

Those days

we salt our own wounds.

We swear one moment

if it feels like this

we will not eat again

And in the next

can not believe

we have ever felt so hungry

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The Littleness of Men #3/30

“To witness some queer, shy, misshapen, grey-headed, self-important, little discoverer of great discoveries, ridiculously adorned with the wide ribbon of some order of chivalry and holding a reception of his fellow-men, or to read the anguish of Nature at the "neglect of science" when the angel of the birthday honours passes the Royal Society by, or to listen to one indefatigable lichenologist commenting on the work of another indefatigable lichenologist, such things force one to realise the unfaltering littleness of men.” ― H.G. Wells, The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth If your opinion on the lectotypificaiton of Aspicilia reticulata was a cheeseburger it would be stale fast food dollar menu stuck to the inside of the bag When you rail against the phylogeny of Micarea prasina like so much talk radio conspiracy theory nonsense how will anyone heed the call to curb carbon emissions and slow the change in climate We kick and scream the mewli...

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~ obligatory pre-30/30 blog post ~ you know how it goes: write and post a poem every day for the month of April. kk enjoy your last day before we get into it, pay your rent, don't front on church day, & happy Trans Day of Visibility <3 *edit: Pro-Tip from Chris: tag your poems with your name for easy sorting! Thanks Chris!

The Early Start #4/30 2019

“A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.” ― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights The best way to make orange juice is to begin with a carton of orange juice and pour Some would call this cheating Some would say one must first slice and squeeze the fruit filter the liquid from the pulp and the seeds Others would say you must begin with a tree Wait for the blossoms to appear the bees to pollinate the green fruits to grow from nothing to a ripe fruit and be sure to post periodic updates so everyone can be properly impressed But then would it not be more authentic to plant the seed in the soil and wait for it to sprout to nurture and prune season after season until the blossoms form and the oranges follow Surely this glass of juice would taste the best of all You can do it the easy way or you can do it right Or you can drink water and not second guess the decision

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