I put spacers behind a light switch today and somehow the kitchen light controls the television.

When teaching Dante, meter is more important than Petrarchan tropes + fun poetry teaching activity. open.substack.com/pub/neilbarr...

The Circle is back on Netflix. To commemorate, check out my poem on it in @dailydrunkmag 's Next Week On…: A Reality TV Anthology dailydrunkmag.com/2023/10/01/n...

Is silence worth a grade?
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Every Human Life Has Worth
© Surazeus
2024 02 26

Orpheus sets himself on fire before the Gate of Heaven to prove every human life has worth.

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early reflections on radical pedagogy

"AI-generated creativity isn’t creativity. It is all hat, no cowboy: all idea, no execution. It in fact relies on the obsession with, and fetishization of, THE IDEA." - Chuck Wendig

And when I cried, the
tears came from both sides. The tears
were saltier than the ocean. I didn’t know
this at the time, but they were also sweet.

—Raquel Vasquez Gilliland

Our Nov 12 Poet of the Week is Rosebud Ben-Oni! Read poems from her upcoming collection “The Last Great Adventure is You”, a sequel to her award-winning collection “If This Is The Age We End Discovery” + an interview! Please share and read and spread the love!

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"and when I rinse the knife I wound the water."

My mother and I had been puppeteers since I was a child. We would typically traverse the emtrance, casting shadows for the prisoners in their cave to watch. They couldn't see us. When she built the swing, she said it was to give their show depth. To get closer, and farther, away.

Leon Literary Review regularly published killer flash pieces leonliteraryreview.com #smokelong #flashgiving #writingcommunity

Speak Muse, of reality tv.
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She tells me its Raynaud Syndrome, why she hides her feet under me on the couch, why the heart shies away from the edge, how her hands are the first to admit she's been stretched too thin. Still, the cold feels like home, like low tide waiting for the moon to warm her up.

Huge thanks to Katharine Coldiron @ferrifrigida.bsky.social and @xraylitmag.bsky.social for letting me wax esoteric on the glories of John Trefry's Apparitions of the Living, Topeka Flesh, and all things Inside the Castle @incastellated.bsky.social!

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Costello makes me laugh without moving an eyelid, frozen as Frankenstein's monster walks by in black, grey while an autumn cygnus blinks blue light outside.

Some of the best micros I've read lately.

I'm so close to losing
breath through this plastic
bag of my mind, you keep everything
I haven't coughed up or swallowed.
Keep far enough away to remember
once my mouth is free
I'll yell because
help is coming
clean and cursing is all I can see.