February..2026..

Valentine's Day Spectaculare w/ Sophia -- thrift store in some town in VA

Cy wearing a rubber glove, holding the other glove in their gloved hand

Valentine's Day Spectaculare w/ Sophia -- view over the Blue Ridge

Its abnormally long abdomen trails along the ground like a drag, a disablement that connects it with the disconnected propeller in the antique shop. Butterflies usually evoke levity or metamorphosis, but this picture, rereading the transformed body as an earth-bound caterpillar's, negates the ideas of flight and change. It is flanked by a graded structure that alludes (apparently) to Jacob's ladder.. from Edgecombe's The Emblematic Texture of Antonioni's Blow-Up

"Learning is hard work, but everything you learn is yours and will make further learning easier."

[this is something i constantly need to remind myself. i've had this belief for years that's difficult to shake, that i've reached the end of my ability to learn anything new. i wonder how the world would open to me if i could get myself to feel differently.]

WHY WOULD I?

My ear bonked and a bit infected. So anyways.
The old man who doesn't talk and his box of returns and rosy cheeks. The way arranging a sentence can be, is, politcal.
Birds singing, sunny today.

So I left early, a little apprehensive. A sculpture I'd made.

NO ONE HAS TO KNOW WHAT I'M WORKING ON

It's serene & intense.

What's an iframe? Or rather, what text can I catch onto in order to write a good poem again?