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about me 💌
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march 20, 2016
Against Empire by Jim Moore
From The New Yorker - 'The Call to Worship' by Bob Hicok...
[Irish Centre for Poetry Studies]
[ Text ID:
The possibility that the zero gave birth to the universe, that all our somethings come from nothing, the fear of being alone like that, children of chance, orphans down to our atoms, is mother to the idea of god. God
is a dress we slip over solitude, a mask for oblivion to wear, a rule-giver in a world where no flower or bear cares that we are here or what we do.
I prefer a theology of silence, the eschatology of the shrug, a religion of holding my wife’s hand for now.
But, if the industry of the church is what it took to give me bells ringing Sunday mornings, to which crows sometimes rise and deer turn, I’m grateful for a sound that pulls me out of myself, lifts my head toward sun and clouds, into the up and all, the blue, the on and on of it, when I bend the only knee I have to bend, feel happily small, contingent, and held, by what I can’t say, short of everything.
Burn Lake 3 by Carrie Fountain

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European pied flycatcher/svartvit flugsnappare. Värmland, Sweden (10 May 2020).
Eurasian Red Squirrel/ekorre. Värmland, Sweden (20 June 2025).

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Linda Hogan, from Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems; “Sweetness"
[Text ID: I want to do it too, take in all the sweet life caught inside this world. End ID]
Poem by Denis Johnson
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Mongolia, by Kin Coedel
Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently by Raul Gutierrez Trees talk to each other at night. All fish are named either Lorna or Jack. Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose. Tiny bears live in drain pipes. If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky. The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago. Everyone knows at least one secret language. When nobody is looking, I can fly. We are all held together by invisible threads. Books get lonely too. Sadness can be eaten. I will always be there.