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Friday, November 7, 2025
Flash Fiction Poet In The Bardo
What was it
We thought we knew
Everything under
The heavens,
Yet nothing of that
Issue of what appears
To be in-between, clearly
Out of the blue.
Sunday, October 26, 2025
Dedication Redux
Well, here’s to that
Spunky little green stink-
Bug that just upped
And clinked down dead on my lap-
Top, kayoed by the treacherous
Light, with me in blind pursuit
Of one more sweet-smelling
Charmingly moving deathless line—
Oh, dear lifeless little bugger thanks
For taking the time,
For stopping me short
But not quite smack
In time this time, sorry for this too,
Too deliciously precious rhyme!
Saturday, October 25, 2025
The Intricate Evasions Of As (Part Three)
https://facqueuesol-books.jimdofree.com/the-intricate-evasions-of-as-part-three/
Friday, October 10, 2025
Hawking: A Poet Without Knowing It
even a black hole radiates
from within
its own shining
universe
Wednesday, October 8, 2025
Doublets (Les Miserables Revised)
Such a waste always
To never have loved to surfeit--
Such a life wasted--
To never have known it.
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