“There’s an herb whose name I don’t know; so my life has been.” ~ Antonio Gamoneda, from “Still”

Bézier curves by Bees & Bombs

This is how life feels lately—confused but predictable. It’s Monday . . .

Music by Civil Twilight, “Letter from the Sky”

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Black Lemon

Have you ever lifted
the edge of the idea curtain
to find ethereal light
pours through the crack
straight into the pitch black curvature
of your brain illuminating
the inchoate wraiths that flap
in the substance of your thought?
Neither have I. Some days
I can’t even leave the kitchen.
I just stand there weeping
on the dishes, waiting
for the white glove of magic
to carry me away.

~ Ben Mirov

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