August 14, 2026Ars Poetica
Post-social distancing, we were easily taxed by too much
talking yet talked even more, our tongues unleashing
oceans of words, clogging the throats of coastal roads
with seaweed and sand. Remember the joke about
the boy who didn’t speak for years, then complained about
burnt toast? We are all raising a child ghost in the dark
rooms of ourselves. In the silences we say the most.
from #92 – Summer 2026
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