Read the guidelines for W3 #192 at the Skeptic’s Kaddish METAPHYSICAL POEM by Frank O’Hara When do you want to go I’m not sure I want to go there where do you want to go any place I think I’d fall apart any place else well I’ll go if you really want to I don’t particularly care but you’ll fall…
The Sordid Boon Relentless doom-scroll gently civilizes Our minds, once prone to thought and other crimes. Authentic selves come in standard sizes – Pre-vetted truths, convenient for our times. Lived experience shall guide us like the Star, On this, good citizens, there’s no debate. We now identify: my pronouns are – And silence stamps the form: Approved. The State. Fluid,…