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Epistemological Evergreen
portentous rumble a tree falls in the forest not a sound is heard… more →
Mr. Queasy, the fish.
Seasonal Haiku No. 4
Mr. Queasy wrote 2 months ago: emerald treetops— nature’s goldsmith intervenes; gilded perfection … more →
Epistemological Evergreen
Mr. Queasy wrote 3 months ago: portentous rumble a tree falls in the forest not a sound is heard … more →
Cheesy
Mr. Queasy wrote 3 months ago: ’cause of your old age you’re hairy as a carpet evil-smelling cheese! … more →
Seasonal Haiku No. 3
Mr. Queasy wrote 3 months ago: enveloping warmth— Persephone’s final moon. Hades lies in wait. … more →
Seasonal Haiku No. 2
Mr. Queasy wrote 8 months ago: through pilgarlic trees, sunlight shines —a sweet caress— bringing sprouts anew. … more →
Chilly Chagrins
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Mr. Queasy wrote 10 months ago: O’ inclement Wind, you keep huffing on my pate; ill-mannered cretin! such Wintery, Woeful Wind … more →
Serviette Memoirs
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Mr. Queasy wrote 10 months ago: Memories remain jotted down without much care on dirty napkins … more →
Seasonal Haiku No. 1
Mr. Queasy wrote 11 months ago: feathery snowflakes flutter amid the city a winter murmur … more →
Ponderous Heart
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Mr. Queasy wrote 11 months ago: The last time we talked, she took a deep breath and said: “love’s non-existent” … more →
The sealed demon
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mittens wrote 11 months ago: eviscerate Life! and hold her silv’ry entrails in tremulous hands. … more →
Timelessness
Mr. Queasy wrote 1 year ago: empires have fallen, yet aeons after aeons, a smile’s still a smile. … more →
baffled and upset
Mr. Queasy wrote 1 year ago: agitated place; a distant and foreign land… I hear gibberish. … more →
Silent Blogs
Mr. Queasy wrote 1 year ago: The Internet’s plagued with many a weblog that… has been neglected. … more →
Midnight Craze
Mr. Queasy wrote 1 year ago: under a bright moon, man uttered a voiceless thought —Silence answered back. … more →
tempus fugit
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Mr. Queasy wrote 1 year ago: Time flees mortal hands, rapidly slipping away; just like grains of sand. se escapa el tiempo, como … more →
Portrait of wry remarks
mittens wrote 1 year ago: Cynic is he who laughs heartily, not with Life but at her, instead. … more →
rivulet of life.
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Mr. Queasy wrote 1 year ago: just like paper-boats, people wander off— adrift; caught up in a stream. … more →
February Twenty-ninth
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Mr. Queasy wrote 1 year ago: Today I am here, but tomorrow I am not. …see you in four years! … more →
once in a red moon...
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Mr. Queasy wrote 1 year ago: Lo, the grand visage: sheepish clouds run in a craze; the moon is ablaze. … more →
