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Analog Assassin

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“… my otherwise-forgetful brain …”

#typewriter #poetry

November 26, 2025 at 2:30 AM

Analog Assassin

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Time for the tourists and hungry college kids returning for a home-cooked meal to make their final approach into San Diego …

#typewriter #poetry #touristcity

It's the week of Thanksgiving,
So the flights have increased,
As the tourists arrive
And the residents flee.
The sound of jet engines
Rumbles
In the near distance,
Echoing
Through the downtown buildings,
In an endless procession
Of takeoffs and landings,
And planes filled with sleepy travelers.
The crisp blue San Diego sky,
Postcard ready,
Is crisscrossed with streaks of white,
Stitching the morning sky together.

November 25, 2025

November 25, 2025 at 4:05 PM

Analog Assassin

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#typewriter #poetry #traiku #haifecta #imakeupwordsasigo

I had a daydream,
Holding your body tightly,
Not mad about it.

November 24, 2025

It was imperfect,
And I was much less perfect,
So we fell apart.

November 24, 2025

Please save me, coffee -
I am nothing without you,
Redeem my dark soul.

November 24, 2025

November 24, 2025 at 5:32 PM

Analog Assassin

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I don’t write about writing very often - it feels a bit too preciously self indulgent, and a little too “inside baseball.” But there is something terrifying, at times, about a blank piece of paper … but (again) as I often say, “writers write.”

#typewriter #poetry #writerswrite

It felt
Like an eternity -
Staring
Into the bleached void
Of the blank page,
An entire universe
Of possibility,
Looking
For signs of life,
Like a lost satellite,
Out beyond
Our solar system,
Flying
Through an expanding
Unknown.

November 24, 2025

November 24, 2025 at 5:01 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

“… poverty of relationship skills …”

#typewriter #poetry #sometimesloveisntenough

You can never say
I didn't tell you
Because
I know I told you
Too often -
According to you.
Like breathing,
I had no control
Of the words,
And they were
Always there,
Like breaths
I had to take,
Just to live.
You needed more
Than words,
But they were
All I had,
In my poverty
Of partnership skills.

November 23, 2025

November 24, 2025 at 7:24 AM

Analog Assassin

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“I know …”

#poetry

November 23, 2025 at 6:24 PM

Analog Assassin

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Don’t get me wrong, I love print … I type on actual paper … but the Sunday paper (and especially the one here in San Diego) has become little more than a delivery device for 10lbs of bird cage liner. Local journalism is important … wasteful sales flyers, are not.

#typewriter #poetry

Every Sunday morning
The same guy
Drives
Quickly to the bottom
Of my dead end street,
To toss
An obese relic
Onto the front lawn of a house
That has no idea why
They are receiving
The Sunday newspaper
Of the previous tenant.
It's usually Wednesday
Before one of the confused
Housemates
Finally carries it
To the blue
Recycling bin,
Without ever removing it
From its plastic bag.

November 23, 2025

November 23, 2025 at 4:23 PM

Analog Assassin

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“Peeling everything away …”

#typewriter #poetry #desire

Let's go
Float above
All of this,
Escaping
THIS place,
THIS earth,
And evaporate
Into the air
Together,
Through each other
And the knotting
Of our limbs -
Peeling everything away,
To allow
Our bodies
To float like clouds
On the endless horizon
Of our desires.

November 23, 2025

November 23, 2025 at 3:43 PM

Analog Assassin

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I went out -> And it freaked me out.

#typewriter #poetry

I went out
Among the normal people.
I saw them
Moving around,
Seemingly unaware
Of the horrors
Everywhere.
Many of them
Smiled
At each other,
Or just looked calmly
At the world
Around them -
No signs
Of fear
Or dread
Or anxiety
Or rage.
I couldn't see
Their calamity
And it freaked me out.

November 22, 2025

November 23, 2025 at 12:37 AM

Analog Assassin

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Coffee is life … certainly mine.

The stack of paper is roughly 80%(?) of the poetry I’ve written in the past year-plus. Sometimes it seems like a lot, and other times it feels like far too little.

Without a doubt, my desire to write is more powerful than any other desire.

#typewriter #poetry

I'm currently
More coffee than food,
Which isn't unusual
For me.
Words
Scream by
As my stomach
Occasionally grumbles
About the lack
Of appetite.
The milliseconds
Of intense focus
Are only
So productive,
But the colors
I hear
Are kaleidoscopic.

November 22, 2025

November 22, 2025 at 5:55 PM

Analog Assassin

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“… gristly …”

#typewriter #poetry

I've been here
Before,
Too often,
In fact,
Deep within
My own head,
Chewing
The same
Gristly thoughts
That no longer
Have any flavor -
It's just
The constant act
Of chewing
And chewing
And chewing.

November 22, 2025

November 22, 2025 at 5:26 PM

Analog Assassin

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“… I trust the crows …”

#typewriter #poetry

I want to join
The crows
On the power lines
Outside my window,
And chat about the weather,
Get their take
On the neighborhood
And the people -
Who tosses them nuts
Or old bread,
And who do they avoid.
I trust the crows,
More than I trust people.
I'd ask about the squirrels,
Too,
Since they gather
Information, like they gather
Bits of food,
Tucking it away
For safe keeping,
Until needed.
I wonder
If the crows would be honest
With me,
And tell me if
I've been a good neighbor
To them.

November 22, 2025

November 22, 2025 at 4:36 PM

Analog Assassin

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The sun is out, far away, and when the clouds separate just a little, slivers of warm sunlight carve through the damp grey.

#typewriter #poetry #haiku

The sun peeks between
Loitering clouds, fat with rain -
A crack in the sky.

November 21, 2025

The crows are drying
Outstretched wings on power lines -
A pause in downpour.

November 21, 2025

November 21, 2025 at 5:29 PM

Analog Assassin

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We’re still very much in the middle of our yearly (if we’re lucky) brief rainy season; like Black Friday is to retail business, this period of rain is our one chance to fill reservoirs and nourish the hillsides.

#typewriter #poetry #itsraininginsocal

The rain
Has been falling
Long enough
To rinse
All the colors
Out of the sky,
With morning
Dawning
Monochrome and grey.
Every dent
Is a puddle,
Every crease
Is a river,
And dusty dirt
Has become
Sticky mud,
As the clouds
Wring themselves
Empty.

November 21, 2025

November 21, 2025 at 4:40 PM

Analog Assassin

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Actually had the heat on over night. It only clicked on a few times … but here we are.

I can't
Un-weave
The threads
Of time,
To undo
What was done,
And knit things back
Together
Without the imperfections
That made things
Slowly unravel
As we picked
At the edges,
In our mutual
Discontent
With the patterns
Taking shape.

November 20, 2025

It was cold over night,
As the dog laid beside me -
Both of us miss you.

November 20, 2025

November 20, 2025 at 4:17 PM

Analog Assassin

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It’s been almost a full year since I wrote this, and it feels increasingly relevant today.

#typewriter #poetry #letthemeatguillotines #decapitatetheoligarchy

Somewhere,
In deep storage,
The guillotines sit,
In tall dusty crates,
Their blades
Dull and rusty,
But still
Serviceable.
In another corner,
The pitchforks and torches
Lean against a wall,
Stacked neatly in rows
After their last use,
In the naive belief
They wouldn't be needed
Again,
So soon,
Their handles
Rough and splintered,
But ready
For angry hands
That have been
Denied
Their rights and humanity
Long enough
To remember
The effectiveness
Of their rage.

December 20, 2024

November 19, 2025 at 7:30 PM

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Daniel Woods

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Neoliberalism (economic libertarianism sans social liberalism) only moves one way.

The new MAGA being #BlueMAGA in #AmericaFirst hats is no coincidence. This is a bigger Rightward shift for mainline Dems than the border in '23-24.

Look at who among Dems welcomes MTG and holds her at arm's length.

Blake Huddleston @bhuddleston.bsky.social · 6d

It is truly remarkable how the modern republican party has moved from a party of limited government and moralism to a party of feudalism. Expiring health benefits will pass, but pardons for white collar criminals continue. It seems increasingly obvious that a modern aristocracy is being created 1/2

November 19, 2025 at 4:30 PM

Analog Assassin

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Our first night of this new fall/winter with temps in the 40s. Chilly enough to turn the heat on, when I limped out of bed to start the coffee that will hopefully bring me to life eventually.

#typewriter #poetry #itscoldforus

The bed
Is still
Cold and empty,
Though the dog
Tries her best
To take up
As much space
As she can.
My left foot
Still reaches out,
Inching
Across the ocean
Of mattress and sheets,
Searching
For your foot,
Like a distant shore.

November 19, 2025

Sunrise
Is bright and cool,
The cloudless night sky
Allowed the day's
Modest warmth
To escape
Back
Toward the sun
That sent it
To Earth
Through infinite darkness.
The gap
Between storms
Filled with blue sky,
And soft breezes
Carrying scents
Of wet leaves
And the promise
Of blooms
To come.

November 19, 2025

November 19, 2025 at 3:48 PM

Analog Assassin

@analogassasin.bsky.social

I believe it’s called “revisionist history” in some circles …

#typewriter #poetry

Every time
I see you
The memories
Scream at me
From a past
That leaves out
The mistakes
That made space
For the dog
On the bed
Beside me.

November 18, 2025

November 18, 2025 at 5:22 PM

Analog Assassin

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Woke up this morning 100% convinced it was the weekend. Had to check the calendar and confirm that it is not, in fact, the weekend. Monday felt *that big* …

November 18, 2025 at 4:51 PM

Analog Assassin

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“… season of firsts …”

#typewriter #poetry #sonofthesouth

Still in the season
Of firsts;
First Thanksgiving
Without Dad,
First Christmas
Without Dad,
First New Year's
Without talking to Dad
About the pot
Of black eyed peas
Slow cooking on the stove
And how,
Once again,
I didn't cook
Corn bread
Because
I can never get it right,
Not like his mother's.
Each unwelcome milestone
Puts him further away.

November 17, 2025

November 17, 2025 at 3:25 PM

Analog Assassin

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Honestly, there’s really no point in taking pictures of the colors in the sunrise (or sunset for that matter). It’s impossible to digitally capture the true range of hues and the subtlety of color. Trust me; it was spectacular.

#typewriter #poetry #sunrise

I watched
The bright colors
Of sunrise
Slowly fade,
While the coffee
Was still brewing,
Standing
In the front door
Shivering
In the remains
Darkness's chill.
The subtle streaks
Of orange and pink
Dissolved
Into grey-white clouds,
As the sun slow-walked
Over the distant horizon
And the grey sky
Backfilled itself
In pale blue.

November 17, 2025

November 17, 2025 at 2:45 PM

Analog Assassin

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“… waiting for bone to mesh …”

#typewriter #poetry

$I don't actually sleep When I close my eyes, But I still dream of you. It's an ache That never dulls, Like an unprotected fracture That never really heals - I'm still broken, Waiting for bone to mesh. November 16, 2025$