Written in this format because iOS doesn’t allow you to enter soft returns.
poem
The Divine Plan is missing a few plot points (a poem)
Empty (a poem)
On another week getting away from me (a poem)
Tanabata poem (covid edition) (a poem)
Every year for the last few years, I have written a poem to mark Tanabata. Here is this year’s installment.
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The Cardea poem (a poem)
I typed the first line to see how it would look in the Cardea typeface.
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a centimeter or two to the left (a poem)
Reversing my usual scheme now, so the poem is no longer in italics (except for the occasional italicized word).
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Oh, how the righteous fall! (a poem)
Heavy on the metaphor, hold the mayo.
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Unravelling (these caged creatures follow lines to infinity, but still don’t know where they go) (a poem)
Another phase I’m going through—until the next one.
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Could you maybe? (a poem)
Lots of weird little associations and a random phrase out of nowhere add up to this (and the photo has nothing to do with any of it).
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Ordinary Average Thoughts 