Pastiche

The murmuring of Bees has ceased;

   But murmuring of some

Posterior, prophetic,

   Has simultaneous come,

—Emily Dickinson

Prophetic powers she possessed,

And thoughts she could not show,

More sensibly by us professed

Than Persons, that we know—

They make no more sense today,

Than bean rows to a hoe!

She was just a tiny thing,

And I am smaller yet

Who roam about this human hive

Attempting to forget.

Cover: Louis Masai, When We Go (Shoreditch, London)

Friday, January 16, 2026