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Five Études for Typewriter
Visual Collagic Poetry from Nadira Rodin
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Water does something I love
November 17, 2025 at 5:26 AM
he bend at the shin
November 17, 2025 at 5:17 AM
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go below, my boy, lie still and sleep,
take your rest in the cold, the unfathom'ble deep
if thou'lt run silent, i'll sail glad,
thy mourning makes my dawn crack sad.
Myra Hess plays Brahms Intermezzo opus 117 no. 1
YouTube video by pianopera
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February 22, 2025 at 4:26 AM
i felt these fears weep back into my cracked dry eyes
November 17, 2025 at 4:58 AM
god's wrongs make us brothers
November 17, 2025 at 4:54 AM
the skin under my mirror is bright pink and wet
November 17, 2025 at 4:52 AM
kiss your ring goodbye 🧲⚡
November 17, 2025 at 4:51 AM
impossibly dim lighting is my only real recurring nightmare motif now that the treacherous guardless beach stair lies dormant
November 17, 2025 at 4:37 AM
a single overhead light dimmed as low as possible makes the sunday night air as ill as is feasible
November 17, 2025 at 4:31 AM
arpeggios are algorithmic content to some, compositional tool to others
November 17, 2025 at 4:28 AM
it's always darkest just before the gaslights go out
November 17, 2025 at 4:26 AM
the years had been kind to the pain fields, skin rippling supple over upswells of thick fluid
November 17, 2025 at 4:08 AM
wow eating a delicious meal really fucked me up
November 17, 2025 at 3:24 AM
squeezed down dread throat for every minute that seeps out of sunday's hold
November 17, 2025 at 3:22 AM
tempted to live in that horror lighting, bright enough to know the lamps are burning, but too dim for anything else
November 17, 2025 at 3:20 AM
a nightmare ink, colors seem to roll off into air
November 17, 2025 at 3:17 AM
if i eat too much, i might never take a bath again
November 17, 2025 at 3:11 AM
mirrored charms hang from bungee net webbing. falsetto sevenths like a glint over the horizon.
November 17, 2025 at 3:11 AM
i sat, imagining the bath i could be drawing
November 17, 2025 at 3:08 AM
sound of wet proxy
November 17, 2025 at 3:07 AM
death is a vest peeling off
November 17, 2025 at 3:06 AM
the en files hold many such truths
it has to be...
November 16, 2025 at 4:19 PM
one of my posts got over five likes
November 16, 2025 at 2:11 PM
my menty h really improved ever since i started liking all my own posts
November 16, 2025 at 5:51 AM
choreographing a beautiful pee dance for a battery of synchronized swimmers
November 16, 2025 at 5:47 AM