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Here is a proof that if you omit the verse, poetry ceases to exist. Or even better, everything is poetry already. You just need to write this way. I always find it funny when people say they don’t like poetry. What’s the matter, all that unused blank space bothering you? Yesterday I posted a poem…

WPC: Reflecthings

Here are some recent reflections: of Rome, of Bestia, of me, of me on Bestia, of trees. Most were taken with the help of the car – which reminds me that for photographic reasons I need to wash the roof too – except the last two are reflections in a puddle. We don’t have many…