It’s winter and the river is
reflecting nothing.
It’s not the words which say it
wrong
but our insistence on translating
them.
Have you ever noticed that it’s
always cloudy
when you’re living while it’s
January?
Begin this sentence with a noun
instead.
The antichrist is driving off the
bridge again.
Working in the relative, we rest
within the absolute.
In wintertime, telecommuting is
like
a slow waltz from amazingly
nowhere.
If you haven’t learned to shoot a
word,
you shouldn’t read or write them.
Silence doesn’t kill but the cold will do.
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