Isaac Pickell

Middle age i have traded blithe limbs for fragile acts—all the days i ever breathed could crack as memory [ i tender past like an egg; what else might still grow]. i crane to heed something so important i leave my whole life for it.

On aging and possibility, or:

forty words for turning forty
for #smallpoemsunday

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Easily the most seen I've ever felt in review—

"these dense bricks that aren’t so heavy you can’t carry them, but you know you’ve got a bag of bricks slung over your shoulder."

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If that sounds good, buy this book? I'm quite sure you'll love its weight.

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When you know The smell of tired blossom; how musty sweet are endings. A ruin of color. You say beauty is anything—to see the same yellow moon rising and not mention it.

A very #smallpoemsunday.

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Chris! Very glad to be in the good company of your bookshelf.

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University administrators must have real comfy beds to sleep through the night after sending out sub-living wage contracts to adjuncts every semester.

I agree it won’t make other modes of thinking irrelevant, but it might make other modes of thinking unprofitable, and that may have the same effect.

I like a great many of hers—long may she be read.

oh no! she was fantastic.

I HAD THOUGHT THINGS WERE GOING ALONG WELL But I was mistaken.

happy birthday John Ashbery 🎈

not for lack of trying!

"we love what we love for as long as we can..."

She's right, it's not Act Three yet.

Early Retirement Plan Rich kid poets have so much fun doing their art, taking their risks, stepping on necks when real life people don’t really like their shit— if my parents were paid, I’d buy a silver palisade to wrap around the whole city limits & announce a parade to see my gilted words until everyone knew the feelings my bright gold brain had made.

Sometimes it's okay to write poems just because it's fun.

Thank you!

Thank you, Gregory.

Thanks!

Glad it moved you, Ken, but a couple notes — Andrea used they/them pronouns and this is actually my poem honoring them, not one written by them.