The next line is the worst garbage He snorts this Curse nursing it for the worse as Synapses across lobes stretch for one Another crackling in the charge Of words; bursting thoughts Powder trail across dots As shot through two barrels He's being held Over one bound by metal heaving Retching Wretched bromide He snorts… Continue reading Bukowski, or: Runoff
A haibun 'No man is an island' must be one of the most well-known clichés in the book. I mean, sure, it's fundamentally true in a technical sense - almost no person on Earth is entirely self-sufficient when it comes to the food (s)he eats or the clothing (s)he wears. But something so resoundingly self-evident… Continue reading No man, or: Eucalyptus
A 'Waltz wave' *Sigh* Breathe in and breathe out. It will be okay. You feel that your problems are somehow u- niquely in- surmount- a- ble, but they're not. And... You are not a snow- flake.
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
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