big nothings: or, how i learned to stop worrying and share poetry with strangers online

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i have made (or, attempted to make) more websites than i can count. i have mustered up my courage and submitted my work to local and national publications. the goal was never to be accepted; rather, the goal was always (and still is) to become comfortable sharing creative projects with anyone i can. i think one of the more treacherous pitfalls of my being a deeply private person are that i write and write and write in a worn-out notebook with nothing to show for it. art for art's sake is all well and good, but now more than ever we NEED to be supporting each other. read poetry online! listen to your cousin's mixtape! learn how to see the world through the eyes of your neighbor, and unify the world against the perils of isolationism. if we don't have community, we have nothing. 

anyways. first entry, dated 08/13/2023.

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an opening of the mouth

you are changing hands like worn copper pennies

remnants of a bygone era

thread of a thread, carbon fibres intertwine to form a formless mind

a great snake choking on its own tail

arise, cloaked in rotting roses and verdigris and flypaper

a metastatic tide is come to wash away the grains of sand

dust to dust, lips to lungs, heart to mouth

engorged with all you once were and all you ever will be

nothing but the best for this temple of the divine.