Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Such Is My Asylum

Wordplay as balm for disgust
Language as defense mechanism
Wit as refuge from despair
Poetry as exorcism

hutton-mills green huts 1998

Poetry, A Playlist

A soundtrack for this note. (spotify version)


The book is done.

This note concludes a second collection of toli, mostly poems written with furious intent over six weeks early last year. Hopefully it will escape hypertext into physical form sometime soon.

I call it Internal Displacement.


Timing is everything
Observers are worried

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