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Wm. Rodden
Absurd, Abstract, & Incoherent.
Magnetic Conjures, Dream Residue, & Cut Up Technique
Occasional & in the 10th month: ELH
Absurd, Abstract, & Incoherent.
Magnetic Conjures, Dream Residue, & Cut Up Technique
Occasional & in the 10th month: ELH
Brume matinale sur la route
- Les rudbeckies perdent leurs pétales
#haiku #rudbeckies #haikai #hokku #vers
- Les rudbeckies perdent leurs pétales
#haiku #rudbeckies #haikai #hokku #vers
October 7, 2025 at 12:22 PM
Brume matinale sur la route
- Les rudbeckies perdent leurs pétales
#haiku #rudbeckies #haikai #hokku #vers
- Les rudbeckies perdent leurs pétales
#haiku #rudbeckies #haikai #hokku #vers
October 2, 2025 at 1:32 AM
Alas, Marc has been gone for almost 2 years. He passed suddenly, unexpectedly. Not a week has gone by where I don’t think of him.
Voices tell me not to waste time in imitation. Another, distant and blissful says:
“Tell it slant.”
#emilydickinson
Voices tell me not to waste time in imitation. Another, distant and blissful says:
“Tell it slant.”
#emilydickinson
March 23, 2025 at 3:01 AM
Alas, Marc has been gone for almost 2 years. He passed suddenly, unexpectedly. Not a week has gone by where I don’t think of him.
Voices tell me not to waste time in imitation. Another, distant and blissful says:
“Tell it slant.”
#emilydickinson
Voices tell me not to waste time in imitation. Another, distant and blissful says:
“Tell it slant.”
#emilydickinson
We would hold up the book and show them Johnson’s The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. And then read them a short verse and fall into peals of laughter.
How did she do it? So seemingly simple, so effortlessly falling into form. And yet transcendent, profound, and eternal.
It was pure joy.
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How did she do it? So seemingly simple, so effortlessly falling into form. And yet transcendent, profound, and eternal.
It was pure joy.
4/
March 23, 2025 at 3:01 AM
We would hold up the book and show them Johnson’s The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. And then read them a short verse and fall into peals of laughter.
How did she do it? So seemingly simple, so effortlessly falling into form. And yet transcendent, profound, and eternal.
It was pure joy.
4/
How did she do it? So seemingly simple, so effortlessly falling into form. And yet transcendent, profound, and eternal.
It was pure joy.
4/
In an empty classroom, lit only by the sunlight of midafternoon autumn, Marc Goldleaf and I are reading aloud, alternating poems, handing the book back and forth. People passing in the hallway can hear us belly laughing and giggling. They peek in to see what’s so funny.
3/
#emilydickinson
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#emilydickinson
March 23, 2025 at 3:00 AM
In an empty classroom, lit only by the sunlight of midafternoon autumn, Marc Goldleaf and I are reading aloud, alternating poems, handing the book back and forth. People passing in the hallway can hear us belly laughing and giggling. They peek in to see what’s so funny.
3/
#emilydickinson
3/
#emilydickinson
It’s late October of 9th grade.
It’s 9th period which was optional study hall for students at our school in little city on the Hudson River.
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#emilydickinson
It’s 9th period which was optional study hall for students at our school in little city on the Hudson River.
2/
#emilydickinson
March 23, 2025 at 2:59 AM
It’s late October of 9th grade.
It’s 9th period which was optional study hall for students at our school in little city on the Hudson River.
2/
#emilydickinson
It’s 9th period which was optional study hall for students at our school in little city on the Hudson River.
2/
#emilydickinson
One voice in my head is shouting “Stop writing like this! There is only one Emily and she is a singular genius. Don’t bother to imitate!”
Another is whispering “Keep going, get lost in these woods beyond the cul de sac.”
Another is whispering “Keep going, get lost in these woods beyond the cul de sac.”
March 23, 2025 at 2:55 AM
One voice in my head is shouting “Stop writing like this! There is only one Emily and she is a singular genius. Don’t bother to imitate!”
Another is whispering “Keep going, get lost in these woods beyond the cul de sac.”
Another is whispering “Keep going, get lost in these woods beyond the cul de sac.”
the bitter taste of English breakfast tea
from a paper cup
while driving in the rain
on a bridge over
the evening river
from a paper cup
while driving in the rain
on a bridge over
the evening river
February 13, 2025 at 2:57 AM
the bitter taste of English breakfast tea
from a paper cup
while driving in the rain
on a bridge over
the evening river
from a paper cup
while driving in the rain
on a bridge over
the evening river
the brightness of mars
in the eastern winter sky
- the moon’s pale body
among the naked maples
whitetail deer shed their antlers
in the eastern winter sky
- the moon’s pale body
among the naked maples
whitetail deer shed their antlers
February 10, 2025 at 12:17 PM
the brightness of mars
in the eastern winter sky
- the moon’s pale body
among the naked maples
whitetail deer shed their antlers
in the eastern winter sky
- the moon’s pale body
among the naked maples
whitetail deer shed their antlers