Navita

Damn it, perdido, you're still as spectacular as you always were.

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Shh. I like your nonsense. you know when I found death in your cracked bones and two dollar t-shirts, all I could hear was the way your hands sound across ...

The treehouse is pine wood pushed against itself like the tree ... Below this, trunk split and brushing down to the turmoil soil, my feet are moving again. The flawlessness ...

Intertextual was great. You probably wrote it from the subconscious, and I probably read it from the subconscious, but I'm not going to contest that I like it because of ...

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i pretend the sweat i feel creeping in the hairs of my armpits and slinking down my sides is from trekking over dunes and behind camels, scarf on my head, ...

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Acts of Faith is fantastic and you know it. You know what I loved. The fastforwards. The pauses. The drama of the sudden stop, the sudden and terrific moment of ...

Wanted to tell you what my favourite part in this last poem of yours was, then realised I couldn't decide.

We must get acquainted. So, earendil, I'm Navi, pleased to meet you, more pleased to see you doing NaPo, and even more pleased to see it's going marvelously. Allow me: ...

I like the Gales. (No pun of nomenclature intended, I presume.) who gets paid to write about these nebulous things which coat our teeth and crack our jaws, and clog ...

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Why on earth have I never read anything by you before. This is good. Especially #3; I like the way it seems to break rhythm from the rest -- it's ...