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Nameabledays
are what we have when we try to be poets.
They leave us with words like sunny, yellow,
blue, blah. And nameabledays are what we
usually carry around in our pockets: rocks,
trophies, memories. Sometimes just
words. We take them out from time to
time, inspect them in the light, and we
find that they still hold some surprises.
We take our name from the poem of a
friend, Gémino H. Abad, who ended a poem
with the phrase, "looking all / their clear,
nameable days of lightsomeness."
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are what we have when we try to be poets.
They leave us with words like sunny, yellow,
blue, blah. And nameabledays are what we
usually carry around in our pockets: rocks,
trophies, memories. Sometimes just
words. We take them out from time to
time, inspect them in the light, and we
find that they still hold some surprises.
We take our name from the poem of a
friend, Gémino H. Abad, who ended a poem
with the phrase, "looking all / their clear,
nameable days of lightsomeness."
GO TO OUR NEW MAG
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