Mocking Jay
@ambivalentrants.bsky.social
I wasn’t much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing.
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Mocking Jay
@ambivalentrants.bsky.social
· Nov 17
I am nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2025.
The second episode in my podcast, Pilgrims and Parables where I talk about the transcendence of films, growing up in the womb of such art, Terrence Malick’s prophetic genius and the melancholic poetry he weaves on celluloid in his magnum opus, The Thin Red Line.
open.spotify.com/episode/5zNA...
open.spotify.com/episode/5zNA...
The Thin Red Line
open.spotify.com
February 5, 2025 at 3:36 PM
The second episode in my podcast, Pilgrims and Parables where I talk about the transcendence of films, growing up in the womb of such art, Terrence Malick’s prophetic genius and the melancholic poetry he weaves on celluloid in his magnum opus, The Thin Red Line.
open.spotify.com/episode/5zNA...
open.spotify.com/episode/5zNA...
John Berger quoting an Egyptian poet from three thousand five hundred years ago.
January 31, 2025 at 10:29 AM
John Berger quoting an Egyptian poet from three thousand five hundred years ago.
I am thrilled to know of my haiku acceptance from The Asahi Shimbun, a melting pot of endless heritage and one of Japan’s oldest and longest-running newspapers, in circulation since 1879. @asahi.com
January 30, 2025 at 3:50 AM
I am thrilled to know of my haiku acceptance from The Asahi Shimbun, a melting pot of endless heritage and one of Japan’s oldest and longest-running newspapers, in circulation since 1879. @asahi.com
Talk about a swashbuckler of an introduction.
January 25, 2025 at 4:20 PM
Talk about a swashbuckler of an introduction.
And he was not old enough to talk and say nothing at the same time.
January 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
And he was not old enough to talk and say nothing at the same time.
“Only an idiot has no grief; only a fool would forget it. What else is there in this world sharp enough to stick to your guts?”
- The Sound and The Fury, William Faulkner.
- The Sound and The Fury, William Faulkner.
January 22, 2025 at 4:03 AM
“Only an idiot has no grief; only a fool would forget it. What else is there in this world sharp enough to stick to your guts?”
- The Sound and The Fury, William Faulkner.
- The Sound and The Fury, William Faulkner.
A poem or a memory?
January 19, 2025 at 7:23 AM
A poem or a memory?
The Last Samurai
January 16, 2025 at 2:21 PM
The Last Samurai
‘Then he was home again. Perhaps he expected to be punished upon his return, for what, what crime exactly, he did not expect to know, since he had already learned that, though children can accept adults as adults, adults can never accept children as anything but adults too.’
- Light in August
- Light in August
January 16, 2025 at 7:23 AM
‘Then he was home again. Perhaps he expected to be punished upon his return, for what, what crime exactly, he did not expect to know, since he had already learned that, though children can accept adults as adults, adults can never accept children as anything but adults too.’
- Light in August
- Light in August
What is it like?
January 15, 2025 at 4:20 AM
What is it like?
A poem to split you open.
January 13, 2025 at 9:41 AM
A poem to split you open.
January 12, 2025 at 11:38 AM
Everybody wears their hunger and their haunt.
January 11, 2025 at 8:47 AM
Everybody wears their hunger and their haunt.
‘I am an old man and have known many troubles, most of which never happened.’
- Mark Twain
- Mark Twain
January 7, 2025 at 8:15 AM
‘I am an old man and have known many troubles, most of which never happened.’
- Mark Twain
- Mark Twain
"There are no soft stanzas / in this city of curb sleep and murdered children."
- Patricia Smith, Stop the Presses.
- Patricia Smith, Stop the Presses.
January 5, 2025 at 9:26 AM
"There are no soft stanzas / in this city of curb sleep and murdered children."
- Patricia Smith, Stop the Presses.
- Patricia Smith, Stop the Presses.
Children?
— Megan Fernandes
— Megan Fernandes
January 4, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Children?
— Megan Fernandes
— Megan Fernandes
Could be any of us?
January 3, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Could be any of us?
The best place to grieve.
January 1, 2025 at 12:19 PM
The best place to grieve.
You hold an absence
at your center,
as if it were a life.
at your center,
as if it were a life.
December 31, 2024 at 4:01 PM
You hold an absence
at your center,
as if it were a life.
at your center,
as if it were a life.
I see my life in this poem. I see this poem in my life.
December 30, 2024 at 10:15 AM
I see my life in this poem. I see this poem in my life.
The poem that never ends.
December 29, 2024 at 5:20 PM
The poem that never ends.