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Thursday, May 21, 2020

From the Lighthouse (fragments)

     These brief passages -- several little more than 
shards -- occur in various paragraphs late in the episode 
in which Babetina and Second Mate Quipple commandeer 
the smaller of the Monocle's two dinghies, lower away 
beneath a moonless sky and, after swaddling a pair  
of oarlocks with their bandanas so as to avoid rousing 
the dozing watch, row hard through choppy seas 
for the jetty...and freedom.



…-ster Chips, The Secret Sharer


                ...Secheyaye, De Saussure...


                              …South Seas shells wash’d ashore…


                       …chivalrous...? That's for sure…


         …tres enchanté, mon cher-


…she's elsewhere in the shire…


              …some sheets far short of sheer…


                       …for splashing, no one’s shyer…


                                 …silk shrouds...? How "Norma Shearer"…



"Turbotgart"
(from "Poissons of Interest")
Ulysses Poe
graphite pencil on copy paper
digitally modified
10" by 8"



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