A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.
Etches PenmenDecember 6, 2021
always the pool,
poetry, essays, and movies
say the word ‘tranquil’,
and there’s a ubiquitous bloody pool,
involved,
and lurking deep,
below, the green and blue,
smoothness (‘like glass’ for goodness sake)
lies the crackeny-beast,
driving the evil new fascist submarine,
under,
the blackness of moonless night,
manufacturing surface pure reflection,
protection from,
the evil lying [...]
Etches PenmenDecember 2, 2021
before tranquility, wait,
before silence, soon,
after the heavy rain has fallen,
as the wind walks away,
then the darkness parts her curtains,
the conductors baton raised as we
hold our breath, before we hear,
the hesitant birdsong speaking of life,
with [...]
Thomas PoeJuly 29, 2021
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Thomas PoeJanuary 15, 2020
