and still the morning.break the surface of glassy water cracked into imperfect shards cutting the air with tainted vapors;and still the morning.
set afire the jungles of tangled vines cradling life like mother's hands around a dying womb;
slaughter the lambs of spring harvest may-born first, unlucky month of birth and starving;
in morning the sun still rises; at night the ocean still cries; tomorrow the dawn will still enflame the sky
AD 79We who live under the mountain are the sons of daughters of Mars, whose lips bless our towns and whose brother Helios kisses the sundials each morning as we wake. We are but help to the cosmic order, to the divine passes at immortal pleasure. And so we bend to the Gods.AD 79
Indeed we see the Gods have loved us so, bearing fruit to the mountains and in between, all the valleys and passes, Vesuvius rich with the season’s grapes which our eyes and lips will soon feast upon. We thank Ceres for her help, her gift as we count remaining hours of summer with the sundial.
House of CardsArtistry – it comes in the form of your fifty-two low-gloss, slightly bent and shuffled cards, and you build a base – the king of spades smiling beside his jester laughing and leaping and beyond some queens and knaves.House of Cards
Now the second floor – the queen of hearts stares left, glaring between the men in their revelry, frowning as prim and proper as she manages.
Now, hold your breath, breathe off to the side and watch out for wobbles because floor by floor,
your tower reaches new heights, unseen sup
Sunday Pantoum63 across, 59 down, 29 across – you white and black blocks returning to haunt me continually, protesting my inability to solveSunday Pantoum
you. White and black blocs are gathering across the aisle, protesting my inability to solve tomorrow’s problems. So says the media, who
are gathering across the isles to challenge tomorrow’s problems so. Says the media, Who is America’s leader really?
To challenge was once unheard of, but I question too: is America’s leader really me? Spiraling out of control in a way that
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