The shell arcs off-axis (a poem)

Today’s entry has a title I have trouble pronouncing, even if I say it slowly… The tape gets stuck in the machine with no way to get it out but to force it open Of course, that stretches the tape maybe even breaks it— and there goes my favorite mix— what these days they might [...]


The lamp I’ve mistaken for moonlight makes me think of a boat (a poem)

Today’s late entry. I got such an early start on everything this morning that I didn’t set aside time to write anything until a few minutes ago… It feels like such an old-fashioned word, doesn’t it? Nobody says it anymore unless they’re reading a book, talking about history, or hoping to conjure up a genie [...]