A Light Ring Over Horror

Three shots of whiskey. Apple grape juice. With this concoction, I will channel the spirit of Emmett J. Wispy.


Trail tunnel lopsided sunrise
Gleams on the slicked coats
Of disease with dented teeth.
An abyss the size of a nickel
Where Sun tangles branches of voice
Escapes a cutting shriek.
Distant cratered orb
Creams on an amorphous black thing
Sharpening its leaves:
A light ring over horror
Which God gave reprieve;
Does not look to let alone;
Does not look to let be.

Courier New

Courier New is a font with the perpetual existence of fasting and contemplation. The thin lines, the slightly jagged pixels, the short tails and ends exude minimalism, protest flamboyancy and opulence, and take on the monk’s robes of quiet humility and a fortified inner peace and strength. Courier New does not boast a loud personality, does not put on a showy edginess like that of the reluctant youth, but it contains within a sharp wisdom grinded by experience and hardened by time. Each letter is defined, fulfilled, and stands apart from one another, and each word is firmly separated from another with enough space to retain their own individual potency, but not too much space so that they stray from the context that stems from their contingencies. Courier New is the ideal font for the expression of thought, of remembrance, of dreams, of nostalgia that follows from remembrance, of nostalgia that follows from dreams, and of nostalgia that precedes remembrance and dreams so that it may not properly be called nostalgia anymore – although it remains just as profound and nebulous, if not more. This is why I possess a preference for the font – Courier New – for its very appearance and non-appearance is ascetic.

For only the thin and haggard remain closer to God.