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Grottos and Literature

Literary Grottos Somewhere between Shakespeare’s The Tempest and Dante’s Inferno, I developed a love for grottos, for garden grottos, and though even more rare, grotto gardens. Though the reference may seem obscure, while reading Inferno in high school, a discussion of the brief … Continue reading

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blackmingos

skeleton mingo stalks across the yard leading spooky flock deathly entourage foregone faux feathers pink with plumage black as ink watchers haunting to the brink render all unable to think curved beaks like scimitars emit their hellish cutting calls their … Continue reading

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butterflideas

i carry a net with me wherever i go so i am ready whenever ideas decide to show ideas are like butterflies flitting here and there always looking for fresh pollen, the feed their fleeting store slippery butterflideas elusive like … Continue reading

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quillish in quintillus

feels quite quillish in quintillus simply scribbish in sextillus words quiver through my fingers while a hint of rhyme here lingers shaking all the tree trunks in the grove of queer ideas riles up some shy skunks and squirrels, the … Continue reading

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afoot

the game is afoot the fame is ahand queued up output everything planned scheme scrawled in soot script written in sand the tale shall unfold by sail and wind it is told the plot ever changing every scene rearranging until … Continue reading

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metasyntactic

i think i snapped a synapse perhaps i’ll have a relapse in my bathtub swimming laps watching clouds to see what haps the thing i can’t get through my wig what exactly is a thingamajig what i’m trying to catch … Continue reading

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seven kettles

concocting from night’s embers conjuring a counterspell to segregate some chambers from the all pervasive smell seven kettles of tea brew for all of thee as the elder fowl within the garden dost prowl then as the others serve assorted … Continue reading

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