Active voice
(Lord’s day). Up betimes, and fell to reading my Latin grammar, which I perceive I have great need of, having lately found it by my calling Will to the reading of a chapter in Latin, and I am resolved...
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Up to the office, where we sat till noon and then I home to dinner, and after dinner with my wife to her study and there read some more arithmetique, which she takes with great ease and pleasure. This...
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Woodchuck in the woods and other instagrammatic things
I have a hand-me-down iPhone 4S and an Instagram account linked to Flickr, and so I’ve been amusing myself with poetic one-liners. It started with a particularly antisocial woodchuck, who (unusually...
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The eyes are the first thing to go: more Instagram epigrams
I’ve taken to walking all the way down and back up the mile-and-a-half-long Plummer’s Hollow Road every day now, and what’s curious is that, despite having walked this road many thousands of times in...
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Tongues make the best flags: more instagrammatic photos
A spectre is haunting my Instagram page — the spectre of Trumpism. But more cheerful subjects, such as death, imprisonment, and the evolution of teeth, also continue to pop up. The shining lies may...
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All my best lies
The latest batch of iPhone photos and epigrams from my Instagram feed (by way of Flickr). Here in the northeast, late autumn has to be the most under-appreciated time of year, but as I hope at least a...
View ArticleNEOLOG 2021.0: new words for a new year
Watch on Vimeo gaslighght haranguish antivoxpopuli farmine winterred sunderland isonation simulus plutocrack infestive corporulation dishoarder whitewish epiphan’t quarantinder chutzprat sworm...
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Self-censor
these days i wear wonder like a broad-brimmed hat when the moon is dead empty i try to lose my shadow i cut what i thought were tethers they turn out to be roots when i stop writing on paper the trees...
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Trickle of a creek
I looked up from digging potatoes this morning and saw this: The world can really take your breath away sometimes. *** I’ve been picking a lot of berries lately, including two trips to a highbush...
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Season’s greeting
All reasons for the season are part of the seasoning—none more so than that ancient lineage the gymnosperms. And, you know, being on a bit of a tilt with one of our two main dance partners in the sky....
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Burlesque
In a forest of headless trees, the one tree with a burl is Pope of Fools. It’s no accident that burl rhymes with pearl. I mean, it is an accident, but one that makes you think. If you’re ever in the...
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