blather_poetry nr a little experiment using the first words of a few of my most recent blather posts: emphatic reimagining a sloped perspective you think you want directness we'll always be waiting sometimes we rib on each other maybe you need to look at things this way you're uncomfortable with not understanding one of my favourite unintentional collections over the years 211130 ... tender_square (this is the coolest thing ever!) 211201 ... tender_square (last two lines slightly modified to fit) surprise when we realized the power of the pose in the single golden leaf. november’s nip did nothing. all my bundled body wants is the morning air wending a wanting language to press me into a poem. 211201 ... nr thanks! yours is beautiful. 211201 ... tender_square i want to make this a regular thing, it's such a great idea, nr! i feel like your poem is a testament to how tonally varied and beautiful your blathes are. 211201 ... nr that means a lot coming from you, t_s. thank you :) it's fun to play with language to get unexpected word_associations. jeff_tweedy has some interesting exercises like this in his book "how to write one song." 211202 ... nr or word_association, but it needed to be plural! 211202 ... raze you walk through the door so bold and untamed before there were walls for a month i kept seeing two gold eyes on fixed rails the cold crushes her hair the paper burns i know what this is (this has happened before) 211204 ... tender_square she thought it prudent for them to look for the enormity. she relayed her dream about curtains to half his face that was there. on the shoreline, she was staring beyond the bloom burst of canterbury crystal. he embraced her as they met in the hallway, said, “you’re making assumptions about the lot of hours ahead and i don’t.” the two of them were so near she thought she was being ambiguous. 220120 ... tender_square my friend’s been dead for two years. i crouch and wipe the rusted tendrils from the paper guillotine with one gloved hand. she asks if i will keep her company outside. i string the letters on invisible cord. there aren’t going to be many days left in this upside-down pirouette: eight sweaters i won’t wear over two days. 221030 ... kerry oh_my_love, it's_so_fucking_cold so if_you_want_me come_sit_around_with_me. there_is_time; i_want_to_learn what_made_you_smile_today, what_makes_you_afraid_of_sleeping, and who_were_you_as_a_child 240202 ... e_o_i (ooh, I like the rhythm of this one, especially the blathe titles as questions) 240203 what's it to you? who go blather from