The Mezunian

Muchas días leo el libro en la llubia, y entonses aogo y le eskupo. Me siento para este libro.

By the way, I wasn’t holding anything up off-screen all those times Patches looked in random directions — that is the work o’ his own mental problems.

Y todabía nesesita ser tirado el balde; pero aora, solo, lo ago por obligasión sin rechistar — el amargor de la madurez…

I oft make blog rounds in search for things to write ‘bout & decided to check on Lord Keynes’s continuing brain rot into what could only be called “reactionary liberalism” — moderate liberal economics matched with backward social politics. I guess this was popular in the 50s, when many European countries had that postwar boom […]

Ice Box Rock ’Bout fucking time. I don’t remember if I mentioned anything ’bout this level last November or December, since those months ne’er happened in 2017, & I’d like to keep it that way; but I’ve been working on this level since a’least November, with the hope that I’d finish it round January. I […]

So shriveled, so faded, the sick sliver o’ a crescent. All the adults present pass, minds & eyes straight on the streets ’head. ¿& why shouldn’t they be? ¿What have they up there to see that they haven’t seen already? But I keep staring up @ you, as if ’twere still the 1st time, e’en […]

Morning showers too cold for any spring to warm.

Gray weekend ~ nothing but spoons o’ peanut butter.

¡I e’en forgot the music last sunset! March 30, 2018, on the road home from groceries, our poet encounters ‘nother sunrise… April drops ~ already I feel the ocean horizon. April drops ~ their sheer weight leaves speckled shadows. ¡Yes, photos! tonight the camera joins the party.

Day o’ new hatching ~ on this year, it is a prank.