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Tom Snarsky
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He collected things, each of a holy intention in isolation, but pagan in the variety of his choice.
—William Gaddis

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thank you for listening & sharing! :)
November 26, 2025 at 1:08 AM
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Pilgrims by Devin Kelly — Great Place Books
On Sale: November 18, 2025 A monk leaves the monastery to search for his teenage brother, who has run away from home in the middle of a high school cross-country race. Alternating between each bro...
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November 25, 2025 at 7:54 PM
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I think so! I found it in Empty Mirror: Early Poems (on its own page and not obviously continuing from the previous page)
November 25, 2025 at 1:04 AM
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a very happy birthday to your mother! I aspire to be that cool someday :)
November 24, 2025 at 6:53 PM
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cc @burialmagazine.bsky.social because I am very bad at tagging on multiple platforms 😅
November 24, 2025 at 4:13 PM
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click through here to spend some time with the brilliant Burial archive — more gems than a jewelry store: burialmagazine.neocities.org
Burial Magazine
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November 24, 2025 at 4:12 PM
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thank you so much Ronita!! 💜
November 24, 2025 at 3:03 PM
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Obsessed with this one by @esichr.bsky.social from HAD (I forget if I’ve shared it before, but it’s so good it’s definitely worth sharing twice!)
November 24, 2025 at 3:52 AM
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N. Scott Momaday
#smallpoemsunday
Photo of a page with the following Poem: TO AN AGED BEAR Hold hard this infirmity. It defines you. You are old. Now fix yourself in summer, In thickets of ripe berries, And venture toward the ridge Where you were born. Await there The setting sun. Be alive To that old conflagration One more time. Mortality Is your shadow and your shade. Translate yourself to spirit; Be present on your journey. Keep to the trees and waters. Be the singing of the soil. N Scott Momaday
November 23, 2025 at 11:20 PM
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Arda Collins #smallpoemsunday
Shaded Road My life seems short and uninteresting but I like it. Oh, this is something only I see, my mind’s short hop back to where I had been, a young, smiling, rounded face, lonely and afraid. Really though, where am I? A spool of thread, the garden in the alley, evening, dim as it courses through my ears, blood from stars.
November 23, 2025 at 11:09 PM
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Elinor Wylie, making "muddy roads of all your hands"

for #smallpoemsunday!
ESCAPE When foxes eat the last gold grape, And the last white antelope is killed, I shall stop fighting and escape Into a little house I'll build. But first I'll shrink to fairy size, With a whisper no one understands, Making blind moons of all your eyes, And muddy roads of all your hands. And you may grope for me in vain In hollows under the mangrove root, Or where, in apple-scented rain, The silver waspnests hang like fruit.
November 23, 2025 at 9:46 PM