Entropic Narratives
Where meaning keeps falling apart
Sint’s Caffeine
Sint’s Caffeine
On Sint’s journey
Bright and feathered swords emerge
Their names are new to drink an hour later
Sintgedicht (sic) | Santa poem (sic)
Sintgedicht (sic) | Santa poem (sic)
De Sint heeft een groene spin
Hij woont in een stoombootiglo, achterin
Hij heeft een cadeau opgegraven
En blootgesteld aan de zonnestralen…
Conversation Starters
Conversation Starters
When was the last time you walked over a cemetery diagonally?
They Will Dry In This Country
They Will Dry In This Country
They are concerned about the weight of the towels
It is about an inch heavy
The towels are processed with a double-edged sword
This is a…
A Dark Sonnet About Awkward Cornflakes Dinners (or another clunky title)
A Dark Sonnet About Awkward Cornflakes Dinners (or another clunky title)
The gift is food, a boon sincere and clear,
On Saint Nick’s day, we mask our secret fear.
With corn and flakes, our tables do excite,
A…