I've heard that dragons like to hoard treasure.
So, I hoard internet oddities.
Enjoy your stay :)
The Sciences Sing a Lullabye by Albert Goldbarth
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you're tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They'll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.
Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren't alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren't alone. Go to sleep.
Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
and
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.
Also! Yesterday, I found this website for an artisan mill in SC that talks a lpot about about hierloom Southern grains. I think it's interesting that there are so many varieties of grits. Growing up, I only ate the instant grits with shrimp and a lot of butter. Guess I'm not a "true Southerner", but then again I am not much of a Southerner to begin with lol. I will link it here:
https://www.ansonmills.com/grain_notes/13
XVII (I do not love you...) — Pablo NerudaI do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
