A place to gather words before they get lost.
Contracts scribes spines Papyrus-pushers jaws Doors biennial false;
Refusenik for scrivening Cattle census dreary Inscrutable drawing measuring tax mechanically recording;
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A Dadaist poem for #OpenWrite Source: Ancient Scribes Got Ergonomic Injuries, Too via New York Times
A leaf, still falling, dances to the sound of wind rustling its edges
Bask in fading light - the way shadows dance at night in quiet moonlight
Listening again - the piano plays the pain; cold November rain
Sleep beneath the ground in a blanket of darkness, you nightshade tuber
Nimble little legs scurrying along the sand, chasing ocean waves
Night sky's cubes of ice - stars falling in jars of dreams, intermittently
for Algot
Ice cubes, now melting, chill the provisions we bring into these deep woods
Paw a patch, then play, cat, that small Valerian sends forth feline love
Deep within the hedge, quail quiver under cover; then fly, in flutter