paperback rider 1

Another series of Steve’s I’m loving. His creativity appears to be infinite ๐Ÿ˜

inconstant light


Before the new days, ancient currawongs
hammering bells awoke me.
The new birds want my moto perpetuo,
my clockwork drive to nonexistence,
to eternal giving up before beginning.


I was seated at a table in bibliographic
co-ordinates, aligning ping-pong balls
in rows, to start and finish with the first.

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    Again, thank you so much for sharing the Rider, Vanessa. I’m running super late with comments because an alien visitor stole my computer, apparently for a museum display. Fortunately she left me a Commodore 64 and I’m using that now. Anyway, I have a writing tip for your readers:

    If you are typing away and there’s an earthquake, simply position yourself under your desk, reach up with your hands, and keep going. You won’t know what keys you’re pressing, but I find it doesn’t really matter.

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          ๐Ÿฅ‚that’s worth celebrating Steve.
          Most of the time I have no idea what the hell is going on in my dreams haha but I can actually fly sometimes, there are lucid moments ๐Ÿ˜

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            I may have been exaggerating about dream skills, Vanessa. I never fly, mostly walk, occasionally drive, but then I’m always lost somewhere I don’t want to be. If I didn’t have certain OHS rules, I would probably celebrate waking up. ๐Ÿ™‚

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                Everywhere. They have been drummed into me, Vanessa. Not that I followed them, I just had to know what they were. In the laboratory, I’m pretty sure we broke every one. We lied on all the paperwork and we had to hide stuff when there were inspections. It’s a good thing I’m anonymous.

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