Asemic Postcard 290: sent from the burning fog of war
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https://asemictarot.wordpress.com/2026/03/14/asemic-postcard-290-sent-from-the-burning-fog-of-war/
Postcards from Zarkatb’s ey’re
If the phenomenon violates the laws of nature as we know them, it does so within a sufficiently narrow margin to fit into the space-time framework that constitutes our private universe.
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https://asemictarot.wordpress.com/2026/02/25/postcards-from-zarkatbs-eyre/
This is the story of Cortina
So, I believe, this is the story of Cortina. Is a world without doctors meaningless? What would a world without doctors be like? She gave birth like a church bird. After that, yes, she went to the bathroom to seek advice, but there were only two people in a bed of shattered glass roses, and they would only smile and nod their heads like frozen crab apples in the winter wind. From that moment, she just endured – nothing could be seen in the mirrors, except crustaceans contemplating the great leap of faith and temporal paradoxes. In the unfinished ballroom, the chairs and high tables were filled with plants and torn kimonos. Kim remembered struggling to solve the problem of Cortina, to find things that inspired her.
Still alone, feeling trapped, she sought advice from the world's doctors, but to no avail. They saw nothing. Alone again, she lay in bed, atoning for the cries of geese heading south. She went to the bathroom to absolve her difficulties with shadows and echoes. It was an unforgettable and profound experience. Who wouldn't think about that day and night, and all the joy and happiness she lost when the days grew like ivy over the walls of memory? Her father never ate cheese on Fridays; a peculiar religious belief connected to reincarnation and cactus. Since then, the community has survived in the city of broken promises, and copper towers. There are neither birds nor cactus plants to be found there, just the cries of geese heading south.
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Postcards from The Persnickety~Puce Hotel
Dear Lucretia ~
The position of the Arctic horse is unusual. Recently, a terrible pistachio-like task passed through my throat. This is not a definitive statement.
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https://asemictarot.wordpress.com/2025/11/21/postcards-from-the-persnicketypuce-hotel/
Postcards from The Edge of Polysemy
Dear Hyacinth ~
I play drums with Walter. We work because we are mostly human. It’s scary, my flowery metonymy – some Volta fans said that there is no white glow behind me.
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https://asemictarot.wordpress.com/2025/11/08/postcards-from-the-edge-of-polysemy/
Good news, Good news – Atoms say “there’s no reason”
Atoms say “there’s no reason,” but what emerges from them is a “crying dog!” His miso kiln otters “Huna”. “Kā0o”, he ~ Chautauqua Bosa Nova ignition horizontal, like some cybernetic mushroom, swoons.
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https://asemictarot.wordpress.com/2025/11/01/good-news-good-news-atoms-say-theres-no-reason/
A Dadaist Translation: Trump’s Incoherent Answer To How To Bring Child Care Costs Down
I put it through my Dadaist Translation Machine (so big, it has never been seen), though when you start with a rambling chaotic word blend, you get a final outcome that has an ironic absurdist sense, especially when synchronicity steps in to reveal sub-text (sub-text has been more open text, the more agitated Trump becomes as the Harris momentum grows).
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asemic postcard ~ welcome to the deconstruction zone
Hello Again ~I looked at the ash as I drove through the desert. And the calm days, the lifestyle, the at the key of the dark world, and the clouds that float in the fractured skylight as they go to mirage mirrors.
The house offers river views. The first is the invisible darkness that overwhelms your soul. Everything is different. Looking at the river through a small window floating in the air makes my heart sink.
Nameless Migrant
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Asemic Postcards 193 & 195 – The Dreamland Tours
The “Dreamlands”, is a vast alternate dimension that can only be entered via dreams. H. P. Lovecraft composed a series of stories set in this realm.
These prose poems are postcard correspondence from "Tourists" in The Dreamlands.
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https://asemictarot.wordpress.com/2024/05/23/asemic-postcards-193-195-the-dreamland-tours/
Of Bookish Things
