cavemen were probably like: "i'm so addicted to my boulder i can't stop going on my boulder." and their slightly condescending caveman buddy would say "you have to stop going on it at night and also put it in grayscale, i'm hardly ever on my boulder anymore."

Short(ish!) Poem Sunday: "Averting the Gaze," by Benjamin Garcia. from Thrown in the Throat, 2020. Also found here: mistakehouse.org/article/mist... "people don't stop being people / like the iis at the end of Pompeii"

Heather Christle. From POETRY, October 2013. "It is that you want / to be in the snow / without having touched it".

Short Poem Sunday! Here's "In a Field, at Sunset" by Carl Phillips, from his 2023 Pulitzer-winning book, 'Then the War.' One of my favorite short poems ever.

found this lovely recording of Tom Hiddleston reading T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and it is phenomenal! ...though i am intrigued / disturbed by the creative choice to put the recording over an uncomfortably close pic of Hiddleston's eyes. this is how Frodo looks at The Ring:

Hi, Bluesky! I'm Alexander Gast. Interests: cats on Instagram / cats off Instagram / words that lift off the page like UFOs, braille / looking at stars and, in company, saying: "y'all, these stars!" / sifting bowls of syllables / line breaks, if the line brakes / air, cloud, sky. Let's be friends!