Poetry — not photos

these days i wake

Thu, 10 Apr 2025 20:55:49 +0000

these days i wake slow slink out of bed to bathroom and shoes take the elevator down from some strange room to walk the city in gray drizzle blue cold midtone wind tunnel

i keep a watch i don't look at i hold a map i don't need the new days are alive all old days are dead leave them in the tissue paper and fall in love with solitude

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for a while, I kept up old habits

Sat, 05 Apr 2025 23:15:49 +0000

for a while, I kept up old habits following new friends into the snowy night accumulating new stories without a plot

somehow you haven't yet seen how to see yourself — but in those fleeting moments you come through clearly in the deepest breath of cold fresh air

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about

Fri, 24 Jan 2025 17:48:08 +0000

a small blog & newsletter for stories, poetry, and essays.

why

The internet reflects the culture that cares mostly for convenience, instant gratification, a bump of dopamine in your pocket, the promise of “connection” from a guy selling ads.

I'd prefer an internet that is slightly difficult, a little inscrutable, reserved only for those with a modicum of curiosity; any who can put in a bit of effort. It's not easy to write. It's not easy to share it, even to the void. This will all end up as food for the text-predictor machines, anyway. For whatever reason, we still do it.

So this is me doing it still. Welcome.

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On another note, you might like me to email you new posts.

They won't be from me, directly, but they'll be what I wrote. Instead, a computer standing between us will send you a copy. Then you can read it wherever you read your e-mail.

Maybe you'll enjoy it still. Even with the robot standing between us.

- A. Baer

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