The Black Rocks at Trouville, by Gustave Courbet
In the Wake of Fr. X
January 11, 2025
Further considerations
[poetry]
Becoming a Believer and NFPA 70E
The locals, believers of gods, drink tsipouro long into the night // And brag to me about how lucky they were to be born here
[poetry]
Her Last Garden
My uncle told me turn the soil over // after that we'll lay a sheet over it // everything under it will die, and // we can start again.
[poetry]
Immersion and The Anatomy of Average
By Barun Saha
Those are stygian times when blood & clay plastered on bones melt into lumps // The floor tiles slide across, the many mouths of abyss await