p e n c h a n t

is the gasp
or the yawn
or the sneeze
or the song
or the symphony
of the self

or the shards

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is the soar of the wings or the flit

or the flailing

—

is a stone that sleeps
in the somewhere soil
a star that winks
in the sometime sea
a sun that shines
from a somehow stalk
a cloud that shifts
in the somewhy sky

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is the line
or collection of lines
or confusion of lines
or clarity of lines

of thought

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is a dream outside a dream within a dream

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written in an attempt to capture the uncapturable / by troy howell

Artist dips brush into coffee, sips paint water

Lawnmower quits. No benefits, low pay

Dogs find relief work in mad Englishman’s garden

For sale: ivory tower (fixer-upper)

Facebook at puberty, bemoans acne

Thin man vanishes into thin air

Psychiatrist’s couch diagnosed with multiple personality disorder

Disgruntled elephant packs trunk, leaves

Mr. Potato Head loves LensCrafters

Literary news: Seven Gables reduced to six, housing crisis blamed

Archives: Chaplin raises cane in Hollywood

And the Good News Award goes to: Peanut butter on toast lands right side up

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Serially folks, this new news column will post whenever the inked rollers roll.

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AND THE END OF ALL OUR EXPLORING

WILL BE TO ARRIVE WHERE WE STARTED

AND KNOW THE PLACE FOR THE FIRST TIME.

from T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets: “Little Gidding”

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collage © 2002 by Olin Howell