Five-Seven-Five Variety
Medieval, Cartographic, and Spatial History. The History of Eels in English Culture
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When you came back to me…
Time is always…
You don’t remember…
To the former resident of my apartment…
For you, I have turned everything over…
I grew up fifty years away from here…
When the ground…
that the worst of us…
How does it feel….
Who needs history?
I am setting up a spreadsheet…
Travel on…
Kalends of April, 2020:
Ærwulf is on one island, I am on another…
My boys like eggs for breakfast…
Sometimes it’s my body…
It’s a camel, not a clam…
If I tripped…
I have poured myself…
Some days we are storm-borne…
would you tell me how…
Sometimes I want…
A family sits across the way…
There is a pleasure…
I want years…
The grain of stone…
I fell asleep too early…
I am living in the margins…
It is a very human thing…
Did I listen for your words…
Black bird of my muse…
Let me hold a vigil as you rest,
We live in such a disposable time…
There is a weight to the silence…
The bistro table…
Without you…
When I was younger, I spent one idle summer…
Say the words out loud…
Sometimes it is the small moments…
There is still old snow
You have stood before me…
Slow travel. Turning each pedal…
Tonight, the setting sun…
We make a virtue…
Cleaning out the lint trap…
The other night, as I lay sleeping,…
I wear a mark of memory…
In the winter of the world…
When I meet someone…
