Poetry
Sixty-Four failed Attempts to guess a Wi-Fi Password
Sixty‑four failed attempts to guess the Wi‑Fi password, Each keystroke a quiet hope, each error a soft sigh. I tried “password123”, then “admin”, then “letmein”, The router blinked its amber lights,
Read more →Posit
We posit that the train will run on time, Though leaves conspire on every line. We posit that the kettle's song Means tea is steeped, not steeped too long. We posit love
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In quiet rooms where shadows softly play, A motif drifts like scent of old parchment— A whispered thread that weaves through night and day, Binding the chorus of a heart’s lament. It
Read more →Yeovil Town
Yeovil Town’s green and white, In Somerset’s quiet light, They march across the pitch, With grit that stitches every stitch. From Huish Park’s humble stands, The roar of loyal fans, A chorus old yet
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When a whisper finds its voice, the air leans in to hear the reply, soft as rain on cobbled stones, yet firm as steel in a quiet sky. Each syllable a bridge,
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