September’s Sun

September’s sun wanes, slanted, weakened, leaving morning dew longer, lingering to reveal the spider deep in her lacy funnel lined by luminous prismed drops as countless as her eyes. I walk to pick the morning’s herbs and see ‪the shining‬ threaded webs woven among the sorrel, the bent bladed grass. I step carefully. How many times have I wrecked something beautiful without knowing?

-Patricia Thrushart
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notes_on_the_dogmatic_statement_concerning_a_game_of_chess

[Event "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone"]
[Site "Hogwarts"]
[Date "2001.11.16"]
[Result "0-1"]
[White "Evil Queen"]
[Black "Ron Weasley"]
[FEN "5r1k/1pN3pp/1Pb5/n1r1P1n1/7N/b2Q4/7P/1R4K1 b - - 0 1"]
1...Rc3 {77. Cf. Antony and Cleopatra, II., ii. l. 190.} 2.Qxc3 Nh3+ {92. Laquearia. V. Aeneid, I,
726: dependent lychni laquearibus aureis incensi, et noctem flammis funalia vincunt.} 3.Qxh3 Bc5+
{138. Cf. the game of chess in Middleton’s Women beware Women.} 0-1

-Logan K. Young

Lecture on Fiddle

A man from Texas said: “I live in Texas

We have no fiddles in Texas.” The reason they’ve no

fiddles in Texas is because they have records

in Texas. Remove the records from Texas

and someone will learn to fiddle in West Virginia.

I am Virginia

I was Virginia

I am to be Virginia

I was to be Virginia

I am being Virginia

I was being Virginia

I had been being Virginia 

I have been Virginia

I had been Virginia

I will have been being Virginia

I will be Virginia

I will be being Virginia 

I will have been Virginia

I have been being Virginia;

Be Virginian.

-Logan K. Young

Bible Study, No. 1

Bible Study, No. 1

If, indeed,

A=4 and E=2;

&

B=3, D=7, F=1, H=6, L=9, N=8, and S=5;

then Ezekiel, 21:7 has but one, singular solution—in base-10.

   AND

   ALL

 HANDS

 SHALL

+   BE

------

FEEBLE

-Logan K. Young

Log

Isn’t it

strange

how 

a dusting

of snow

will

make you

your own

shadow?

-Randi Ward

Kite

I wish

it were

only

a question

of

getting

off

the ground.

-Randi Ward

Infusion

A day of paper

gowns and needles

singing doom

into the tender

masses.

-Randi Ward

Albino

In your eyes

I can see

you don’t

expect me

to survive

in the wild.

-Randi Ward

February

For a second

you forget

it’s the dead

leaves

rustling

overhead.

-Randi Ward