“The Century’s corpse outleant.”
New Year's Eve, and 125 years old today is 'The Darkling Thrush' by Thomas Hardy.
(And when I myself read this poem, I often find myself becoming aware of that blessèd Hope from that frail and gaunt thrush ✨️)
(And when I myself read this poem, I often find myself becoming aware of that blessèd Hope from that frail and gaunt thrush ✨️)
December 31, 2025 at 12:33 PM
“The Century’s corpse outleant.”
Writers, please don’t introduce all your characters at once in chapter one. It’s confusing. Introduce them one at a time, letting each one make an impression, then give me some time to get used to them before you prompt me to visualize the next one.
December 29, 2025 at 1:59 PM
Writers, please don’t introduce all your characters at once in chapter one. It’s confusing. Introduce them one at a time, letting each one make an impression, then give me some time to get used to them before you prompt me to visualize the next one.
Until you are enlightened,
Do not think of any thing
As untrue, or absurd.
Until your vision is clear,
You cannot know.
Do not think of any thing
As untrue, or absurd.
Until your vision is clear,
You cannot know.
December 28, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Until you are enlightened,
Do not think of any thing
As untrue, or absurd.
Until your vision is clear,
You cannot know.
Do not think of any thing
As untrue, or absurd.
Until your vision is clear,
You cannot know.
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Didn't watch it.
It's always lies.
Moving on.
It's always lies.
Moving on.
December 18, 2025 at 1:26 PM
Didn't watch it.
It's always lies.
Moving on.
It's always lies.
Moving on.
There are two kinds of belief:
“I’m sure this is right,”
and
“I’m sure this is wrong.”
Neither is useful.
No, maybe there is a third kind:
“I’m sure this can be made right.”
That one is useful.
“I’m sure this is right,”
and
“I’m sure this is wrong.”
Neither is useful.
No, maybe there is a third kind:
“I’m sure this can be made right.”
That one is useful.
December 18, 2025 at 3:39 PM
There are two kinds of belief:
“I’m sure this is right,”
and
“I’m sure this is wrong.”
Neither is useful.
No, maybe there is a third kind:
“I’m sure this can be made right.”
That one is useful.
“I’m sure this is right,”
and
“I’m sure this is wrong.”
Neither is useful.
No, maybe there is a third kind:
“I’m sure this can be made right.”
That one is useful.
I hate this poem;
It’s just not right—
I posted it too soon and
Now I see 3or4 ways it
Could have been better, Should have been, must be…
But no, I’ll leave it.
Though it niggles and it nags…
I could delete,
Repost. Just a few words,
It could be so much…
but I don’t, I…
I’ll…
Just leave it be.
It’s just not right—
I posted it too soon and
Now I see 3or4 ways it
Could have been better, Should have been, must be…
But no, I’ll leave it.
Though it niggles and it nags…
I could delete,
Repost. Just a few words,
It could be so much…
but I don’t, I…
I’ll…
Just leave it be.
December 12, 2025 at 3:38 PM
I hate this poem;
It’s just not right—
I posted it too soon and
Now I see 3or4 ways it
Could have been better, Should have been, must be…
But no, I’ll leave it.
Though it niggles and it nags…
I could delete,
Repost. Just a few words,
It could be so much…
but I don’t, I…
I’ll…
Just leave it be.
It’s just not right—
I posted it too soon and
Now I see 3or4 ways it
Could have been better, Should have been, must be…
But no, I’ll leave it.
Though it niggles and it nags…
I could delete,
Repost. Just a few words,
It could be so much…
but I don’t, I…
I’ll…
Just leave it be.
There is an angry darkness
In you that calls
To the mad shadow
In me that flickers,
Tenebrous, against
The wall of the cave.
Somewhere, behind me,
There is A Light
(there must be… right? Right?)
But I can’t see…can’t
Turn
My head
Quite
That
Far.
In you that calls
To the mad shadow
In me that flickers,
Tenebrous, against
The wall of the cave.
Somewhere, behind me,
There is A Light
(there must be… right? Right?)
But I can’t see…can’t
Turn
My head
Quite
That
Far.
December 12, 2025 at 1:18 PM
There is an angry darkness
In you that calls
To the mad shadow
In me that flickers,
Tenebrous, against
The wall of the cave.
Somewhere, behind me,
There is A Light
(there must be… right? Right?)
But I can’t see…can’t
Turn
My head
Quite
That
Far.
In you that calls
To the mad shadow
In me that flickers,
Tenebrous, against
The wall of the cave.
Somewhere, behind me,
There is A Light
(there must be… right? Right?)
But I can’t see…can’t
Turn
My head
Quite
That
Far.
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I know you well, don’t I? It’s your blessing and my curse. I know you well enough to hear all the words you don’t say. To feel the touch you don’t allow your hands to claim. To stop myself from giving you the kiss you don’t know how to ask for.
December 7, 2025 at 9:52 AM
I know you well, don’t I? It’s your blessing and my curse. I know you well enough to hear all the words you don’t say. To feel the touch you don’t allow your hands to claim. To stop myself from giving you the kiss you don’t know how to ask for.
“Is that selfishness? Is it something silly?”
"Happy in the change of a single word."
Yes, we love doing this. It is the point and purpose of creativity: the experience, not just the "product".
Yes, we love doing this. It is the point and purpose of creativity: the experience, not just the "product".
A poem for today. From Robert Bly's Morning Poems.
Get it here: bookshop.org/a/862/9780060928735
#poem #books #writing
Get it here: bookshop.org/a/862/9780060928735
#poem #books #writing
December 2, 2025 at 12:51 PM
“Is that selfishness? Is it something silly?”
It doesn’t really matter how smart you are
If you’re not paying attention.
If you’re not paying attention.
November 29, 2025 at 2:27 PM
It doesn’t really matter how smart you are
If you’re not paying attention.
If you’re not paying attention.
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"And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and in eye clear. What we need is here."
From The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry: bookshop.org/a/862/9781582430379
#poem #booksky #writing
From The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry: bookshop.org/a/862/9781582430379
#poem #booksky #writing
November 23, 2025 at 5:32 PM
"And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and in eye clear. What we need is here."
From The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry: bookshop.org/a/862/9781582430379
#poem #booksky #writing
From The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry: bookshop.org/a/862/9781582430379
#poem #booksky #writing
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God what a poem.
From Marie Howe's book, What the Living Do: bookshop.org/a/862/9780393318869
#poem #booksky #writing
From Marie Howe's book, What the Living Do: bookshop.org/a/862/9780393318869
#poem #booksky #writing
November 17, 2025 at 5:25 PM
God what a poem.
From Marie Howe's book, What the Living Do: bookshop.org/a/862/9780393318869
#poem #booksky #writing
From Marie Howe's book, What the Living Do: bookshop.org/a/862/9780393318869
#poem #booksky #writing
Hats off to Nicholas Cage, the Honey Badger of Hollywood, who shows he has the balls to drive his career right off the edge of a cliff… again!
November 15, 2025 at 12:33 PM
Hats off to Nicholas Cage, the Honey Badger of Hollywood, who shows he has the balls to drive his career right off the edge of a cliff… again!
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She’s gone.
Penny started having seizures so we’re at the emergency vet.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.
Pls send good vibes.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.
Pls send good vibes.
November 13, 2025 at 5:41 AM
She’s gone.
Facts are facts; it’s an unjust world,
But this outsized sense of grievance you carry around with you all the time;
You’re only hurting yourself, you know.
You are the one who has to live inside that head of yours.
You could make it a nicer place, if you wanted to.
But this outsized sense of grievance you carry around with you all the time;
You’re only hurting yourself, you know.
You are the one who has to live inside that head of yours.
You could make it a nicer place, if you wanted to.
October 23, 2025 at 12:10 PM
Facts are facts; it’s an unjust world,
But this outsized sense of grievance you carry around with you all the time;
You’re only hurting yourself, you know.
You are the one who has to live inside that head of yours.
You could make it a nicer place, if you wanted to.
But this outsized sense of grievance you carry around with you all the time;
You’re only hurting yourself, you know.
You are the one who has to live inside that head of yours.
You could make it a nicer place, if you wanted to.
The wise do not form opinions.
They either know a thing as demonstrable fact,
Or they decline to draw a conclusion.
They either know a thing as demonstrable fact,
Or they decline to draw a conclusion.
October 3, 2025 at 4:58 PM
The wise do not form opinions.
They either know a thing as demonstrable fact,
Or they decline to draw a conclusion.
They either know a thing as demonstrable fact,
Or they decline to draw a conclusion.
‘Poring’ is to examine something very closely.
‘Pouring’ is to empty a container of liquid.
‘Pouring’ is to empty a container of liquid.
October 3, 2025 at 4:45 PM
‘Poring’ is to examine something very closely.
‘Pouring’ is to empty a container of liquid.
‘Pouring’ is to empty a container of liquid.
You’re angry.
I can see that.
Your problem is that
Your anger
Has been professionally
Redirected
So that your actions
Serve those
Who create the circumstances
That are making you angry.
Which makes you
More angry.
I can see that.
Your problem is that
Your anger
Has been professionally
Redirected
So that your actions
Serve those
Who create the circumstances
That are making you angry.
Which makes you
More angry.
September 29, 2025 at 2:49 PM
You’re angry.
I can see that.
Your problem is that
Your anger
Has been professionally
Redirected
So that your actions
Serve those
Who create the circumstances
That are making you angry.
Which makes you
More angry.
I can see that.
Your problem is that
Your anger
Has been professionally
Redirected
So that your actions
Serve those
Who create the circumstances
That are making you angry.
Which makes you
More angry.
‘Alumni’ is plural
‘Alumnus’ is its singular
‘Alumnus’ is its singular
September 24, 2025 at 2:05 PM
‘Alumni’ is plural
‘Alumnus’ is its singular
‘Alumnus’ is its singular
Dam Rapture
Predictors
Now my ear worm
Is stuck on
‘Stayin’ Alive’
(Bee Gees, 1977)
Predictors
Now my ear worm
Is stuck on
‘Stayin’ Alive’
(Bee Gees, 1977)
September 23, 2025 at 12:33 PM
Dam Rapture
Predictors
Now my ear worm
Is stuck on
‘Stayin’ Alive’
(Bee Gees, 1977)
Predictors
Now my ear worm
Is stuck on
‘Stayin’ Alive’
(Bee Gees, 1977)
It’s like…
A really slow dance
With a very tiny partner.
A really slow dance
With a very tiny partner.
September 21, 2025 at 8:11 PM
It’s like…
A really slow dance
With a very tiny partner.
A really slow dance
With a very tiny partner.
Behold!
The sissification of
Corporate America.
The sissification of
Corporate America.
September 19, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Behold!
The sissification of
Corporate America.
The sissification of
Corporate America.