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  • Arithmetic’s room

    The answer to subtraction used to look like this:a loud voice on top of a chair on top of a table on the topmost floorfrom the top of one’s lungs shouting“Divide! Divide! Divide!”Necessary destruction to get the answers and A More accurately, it used to look like this:I was a loud voice on top of…

  • Our source of provision

    The attention of the worldhuddled in the dark, trapped2,300 feet underground No idea would ever arrive After days of waitingthey heard drillinga small holeand that holewas followed by three moreestablishing a path Depended on those conduitsnone of us can survive in this worldapart from the Creator with everything we need All supply Today The basic…

  • Message in a bottle

    To the magnificentocean: From the east, to the west, and backin the greater scheme of all seasfrom the east, to the west, and forwardthere is no such thing.Yesterday’s ripples are all still the moment’s wave. Feel it, like butterfly wings, feelit: storm from wave fromvapor; yourevery… breath. It felt surreal to live through this week…

  • Alarm

    So, you get up. The thing is there pulling you back down the lush covers. It’s on you, and also around shadowing, weighing down. It’s seven-thirty, you think, or eight? Five? Four? Probably your fourteenth snooze or something. It’s sunny and bright and blooming spring outside and yet you feel absolutely nothing. So then you…

  • Blackout poetry: The Perfect Gift

    Blackout poetry: The Perfect Gift

    people trade people (Offer your living sacrifice.) This is true God? God? Is there anything? a song of glory, followed by a call for mercy to offer bodies as true the world transformed by complete longing If you like this post, consider subscribing to the weekly newsletter, letters from gyu: Subscribe * indicates required Email Address…

  • Blackout poetry: “What It Seems’

    Blackout poetry: “What It Seems’

    Deliver all arrived, but forgot down a hill across safely To watch things are not always as they seem. I said stay believe the doom, but be afraid… Those who are with us are the enemy pray to see the multitudes of supernatural forces the hopeless are not always the way perceive when overwhelmed out…

  • Lucid

    Maybe I’m starting to feel again, to fall for those deep-set eyes Is your heart the same as mine? Do you also steal glances when no one’s looking? Or pray for a few exchanges of words, a short meeting of eyes? Is it just me? You are unidentified: each look, each smile a pandiculation after…

  • Read Before the Lines

    Read Before the Lines

    In the sky, a dark gloomy cloud hovering, through tinted windows watching after a sip of bitter black liquid vigorous soul jumping, wanting euphoria so vague, unclear, but exact notes on skin, written in ink indescribable penmanship, comprehensible thoughts does coffee really taste bitter or maybe it’s just an estimation of a million complications abstract…

  • hibernation

    you spend so long looking up the stars counting them one by one, analyzing. the sand beneath you crumbles and you ignore the waves striking your feet. it’s a cold night, but you’ve been told your heart is colder so you didn’t bother lighting up and warming your soul. it looks better in pitch black…

  • [in the in] Between

    [in the in] Between

    . the sun met the moon at the calculated hour the detailed minutes of their conference were provided and, as follows: (now at this point, you, reader, imagine what the two celestial bodies might say to the other in this meeting. fully visualize the burning ball that is the Sun face-to-face with the rocky cold…