hi, my name is… bleak and i am a poet. anonymous as i would be if i were handing down a word ... continue reading
Month: May 2021
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innocent of thought cruelties the poet examined the truth conditions of the utterance ... continue reading
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a direct question from a reader flustered the poet as he walked along the lines of monteverdi ... continue reading
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as he pored over the ancient maps of the land of purple mr nothing remembered ... continue reading
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the ability to appreciate a little gift from someone who barely knows the predicaments of holding the door ... continue reading
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if the stench of burning from the eatery downstairs painstakingly depicted ... continue reading
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the disproportionality of his features made mr nothing ... continue reading
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occupying intentionally blank pages the poet drew all the bizarre encounters ... continue reading
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unsure of his presence given or inferred from phantom pains ... continue reading
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although devoid of carnality mr nothing met a woman inviting strangers to dinner ... continue reading
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as they found themselves strangely at odds with a pilcrow mark in each stanza ... continue reading
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mr nothing examined his body the poet made him aware of his constantly bleeding nose ... continue reading
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through the paper walls of mr nothing’s place the poet could hear ... continue reading
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mourning the death of ivan ilyich tore them asunder when the poet noticed yawning he stepped back from the mahogany lectern ... continue reading
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aware of his grammatical inadequacy mr nothing considered the differences between the simple past and the present ... continue reading
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