#erasurepoem
Kantlator has the Sunday blues
Kantlator has the Sunday blues
January 26, 2025 at 6:57 PM
#erasurepoem
Kantlator has the Sunday blues
Kantlator has the Sunday blues
Reposted by Birgitte
Hello, field of loss.
Jessica Bixel
Jessica Bixel
November 19, 2024 at 4:54 AM
Hello, field of loss.
Jessica Bixel
Jessica Bixel
Reposted by Birgitte
November 17, 2024 at 3:17 PM
One of my Kantlator #erasurepoems in which I, depending on how you look at it, either brutally destroy or carefully distill a page in Immanuel Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason.
November 15, 2024 at 4:15 PM
One of my Kantlator #erasurepoems in which I, depending on how you look at it, either brutally destroy or carefully distill a page in Immanuel Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason.
How much of a thought is language that has been stripped of whatever came before?
The little brown frog we saw on the asphalt today,
I thought he was a leaf
but the way his leg stretched backwards suggested
a long jump we hadn't seen.
One that was still vibrating in his tiny webbed feet.
#poem
The little brown frog we saw on the asphalt today,
I thought he was a leaf
but the way his leg stretched backwards suggested
a long jump we hadn't seen.
One that was still vibrating in his tiny webbed feet.
#poem
November 14, 2024 at 7:07 PM
How much of a thought is language that has been stripped of whatever came before?
The little brown frog we saw on the asphalt today,
I thought he was a leaf
but the way his leg stretched backwards suggested
a long jump we hadn't seen.
One that was still vibrating in his tiny webbed feet.
#poem
The little brown frog we saw on the asphalt today,
I thought he was a leaf
but the way his leg stretched backwards suggested
a long jump we hadn't seen.
One that was still vibrating in his tiny webbed feet.
#poem
Sun on seagull wings
a magpie on a wire
a crow is looking
into the future
her eyes as sure as falling keys.
#poetry #poetrycommunity
a magpie on a wire
a crow is looking
into the future
her eyes as sure as falling keys.
#poetry #poetrycommunity
November 9, 2024 at 11:21 AM
Sun on seagull wings
a magpie on a wire
a crow is looking
into the future
her eyes as sure as falling keys.
#poetry #poetrycommunity
a magpie on a wire
a crow is looking
into the future
her eyes as sure as falling keys.
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#poem
When they cut out a small square of the asphalt
they didn't expect to find the crown of a tree.
That night nobody slept but their hope was bigger.
When they cut out a small square of the asphalt
they didn't expect to find the crown of a tree.
That night nobody slept but their hope was bigger.
November 8, 2024 at 3:33 PM
#poem
When they cut out a small square of the asphalt
they didn't expect to find the crown of a tree.
That night nobody slept but their hope was bigger.
When they cut out a small square of the asphalt
they didn't expect to find the crown of a tree.
That night nobody slept but their hope was bigger.
Do you crave spring that selfishly?
If asked
would you take the place of a dormant Winter Aconite
or would you dig a tunnel
in the still-frozen dirt
crawl in and curl up under its tangled roots
just close enough
to coax and encourage it
to bloom using only your breath? #poem
If asked
would you take the place of a dormant Winter Aconite
or would you dig a tunnel
in the still-frozen dirt
crawl in and curl up under its tangled roots
just close enough
to coax and encourage it
to bloom using only your breath? #poem
March 5, 2024 at 9:25 PM
Do you crave spring that selfishly?
If asked
would you take the place of a dormant Winter Aconite
or would you dig a tunnel
in the still-frozen dirt
crawl in and curl up under its tangled roots
just close enough
to coax and encourage it
to bloom using only your breath? #poem
If asked
would you take the place of a dormant Winter Aconite
or would you dig a tunnel
in the still-frozen dirt
crawl in and curl up under its tangled roots
just close enough
to coax and encourage it
to bloom using only your breath? #poem
