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Tis the Season
Come sip the festive juice.
It tastes of cinnamon, cloves,
something strange you can't discern.
Join us in the circle as we chant,
Tis the Season, Tis the Season
Two poems of hope
Brace brace brace
-and the clouds gather above your head, darker than you thought possible, bringing sudden night and you are now aware this field is too exposed and how you stick out like an antenna over the-
Inside my commonplace book
Recently on Twitter, I replied to this tweet about keeping a private anthology.
Christmas in Bemmie
This election
I've been avoiding the election cycle because its just so depressing. Lies after misinformation after racist dogwhistles after lies. It's disheartening to see people support the Tories, who have messed everything up over the last ten years. At this point it feels more like Stockholm syndrome.
Move fast and break things
We've found a way to monetize breath.
It's simply a game changer. Can you feel
the paradigms shifting under your feet?
We are shaking up the world like a snowglobe
and breaking traditions. Each inhale a cent,
each exhale is free. Thats it! Simple!
Dive
The crowd
Unreal sunrise
