A friend, reaching out, like mycorrhizal networks; supporting, unseen
A place to gather words before they get lost.
A friend, reaching out, like mycorrhizal networks; supporting, unseen
Each added second - the sprint from Winter Solstice - a slow thaw, unfolds
With each flake, fallen, winter leaves its calling card in the dust of night
for Algo
A thought is a seed, planted to become something surprisingly new
Wrapped out of a coil with a flared shout, the French Horn curves into its sound
One string, hummed and strung; the resin of horsehair bow - like a feather, sings
Drops of rainwater, and drizzle; the kind that fall on outstretched tongue
Shadows beneath snow - the place where summer things go, lost in winter light
Surrenders at last to the visual
— page 166, Context Collapse (A Poem Containing A History Of Poetry) by Ryan Ruby
No single word is worth a thousand images – just decompressed data files filling space between air; where once were poems, there
Every single thread - a poem of many pieces - frayed and then fragile