Scott Douglas JacobsenPith 867: In the rightIn the right: cornered, a story, a story, my life in a story; and unknowing my known, a story, a story, my life for a story.1 min read·6 days ago----
Scott Douglas JacobsenPith 866: Silver moon sparksSilver moon sparks: Sparkle twinkles, and a ring-ring no phear, bring-bring no fone; hear my grammartone, dear my.1 min read·6 days ago----
Scott Douglas JacobsenPith 865: Ashen spiekesAshen spiekes: To the burninspace, a sighcryledge; and to define, to name, to draw the linens, you are the bed; and arest me.1 min read·6 days ago----
Scott Douglas JacobsenPith 864: “…always meeting ourselves”“…always meeting ourselves”: And time taps, synchronize me, double tap, see your selves in silver, I; and forever we in I.1 min read·6 days ago----
Scott Douglas JacobsenPith 863: SensoriumSensorium: I Tryloki, a fin flanafun, flim-flam a ton, inabin afterhave abanana; three ways to have your Way, no sense in senses.1 min read·6 days ago----
Scott Douglas JacobsenPith 862: Solicitude SolitudesSolicitude Solitudes: soliloquys, come fly with mes, it’s more common to see what your mind is telling you after time, not in it.1 min read·6 days ago----
Scott Douglas JacobsenPith 860: Twee, twee!Twee, twee!: A birdie cries, “Free!”; and the cage, the cage! It aches its loss in the birdie toss. But free of it, and to where?1 min read·Apr 24, 2024----
Scott Douglas JacobsenPith 859:Randomtasken: A simple sound besidebussy and no time, no time too feel, to relax and two alone; my Self and thought of myself.1 min read·Apr 24, 2024----
Scott Douglas JacobsenPith 858: The nights run, dear, and runThe nights run, dear, and run: It ran, and I do not even know “it”; I gather your worldline in language, my.1 min read·Apr 23, 2024----