After Raoul Schrott Dark when you came ˙ sky the shade of dying trees ˙ your voice in the forest was the color of melting pewter ˙ heavy with impurities ˙ it tasted of minerals…
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The Dilemma As Established By Boltzmann (by Shaun McGillis)
Why have meteorologists such difficulty in predicting the weather with any certainty? —Henri Poincaré He got himself fired for a dream today, or was he dream fired? Heat’s out now, anyway. And deadweight fear,…
The Way Across Water Is Under River by Shaun McGillis
Three dogs barked. A field of yellow lilies trembled in a breeze. The bridge settled in silt at the bottom of the Sandy River. There will be more, I am sure. The…
Tonguing My Tumblr Dashboard by Chelsea Rebekah Grimmer Kachman
Exquisite: tonguing tongue- ing ton- ging ton- gue- in- g *** *Angels: we have heard (on high)* when we pass through one another:…