Currently I am in the middle of a 30 day pop up poetry community and I share poetry all over the web. I need one place to call home. So for @IndieWebCamp Online I want to build a page to host all my poetry. I am goint to use CSS (maybe subgrid if I get inspired...want to challenge myself) Grid. I will set three coulns using 2fr, 5fr, 3fr/ That means my area
#poetryport #smallpoems Shit. A promised made to keep the poems more physical to find Pinksy's history in everything. Meaning in the mundane now tasked to describe virtually I wonder where is the the line? Asked since 1959 Do we taste and feel in our online spaces the faces Real?
Ridgeline Rocks scattered speckled grey among our brown blanket of forest aching for snow plopped on a rock, logs a defrosted mess the dog plays, such joy in limitless discovery chasing sents and rodents leaves rustle with relentless energy No turkey or deer today Just wispy clouds painting the sun's whiskers that rap upon Dead giants who creak their funeral