A fantastic article: https://www.thesunmagazine.org/issues/511/sunken-treasures … Touches on many ocean issues, pluses and minuses. The particularly cool thing is that it deals directly with the particular concern of my website, http://www.savetheoxygen.org in a major publication, the first I’ve seen, albeit not with the *site* or the University of Leicester study directly
A hazel eye watches the madness spin
Take two bird’s egg green pills and recite the Bodhisattvas’ Vow 17 times, call when you haven’t slept a wink 2 nights
Squawking cell phone rings burst into colored bubbles
As we approach 34 completed circles around the sun – – A tiny fraction of arc around the galactic core – – the object of our contemplation is “Round-tuitiveness as a Mathematical Quantity”; Where under chemical stress, the trash is not put out for weeks and weeks, Where under a standard collection of quotidian concerns, […]
[…] Can a thing be other than absolutely real or unreal? Can reality be a quality that changes both in time and over other fields and rulers? Can it be a non-numerical quantity?
What is a non-numerical quantity? […]
An exercise building an abstract poem using emoji for the prompt and title. December/February
A new book description for my ebook Synaptic Syntactic: of unbounded phases and entangled echoes. And other updates.
If you have been frustrated by trying to format (basic) poems for the web, here is the answer for emulating traditional print poem formatting, no matter the window size.
Some assembly required: In that case, you have reference to the screwdriver In case of portents, check your guesses You may then have reference to coffee & pills In a short-short space of time (For a life’s an eye blink) Take care of eventualities While the store-bought wisdom is ghostly, Yet the wine-dark mind obtains […]
°° […] intersection, a roadwork sign warned: BE PREPARED TO STOP AT ANY MOMENT. I felt my jaw dropping. It sounded like a warning, and also a reminder, as if I needed one, that most likely I wouldn’t be hearing […] ° At all times, remain alert Whether alert to the monster I’s mutterings, Or […]
The thing you never notice The tiles on the floor They run in checkered patterns Line borders Maintain the veneer of the clock-world Whitish speckle, perfect level, hard concrete for your toes Until one day, you’ve noticed someone took a special touch Made it more inviting, de-institutioned your morning rush