Four poems

By Jack Brummet

Zombie Breakdown

The undead walk 

Sloughing tendrils of putrefied flesh

And the living

Are made of cardboard.

The border between
Being and nothingness

Is erased.
Fee Fie Foe Fum.

Torches & Pitchforks

The whole
Is far less than the sum
Of its parts.

The fleeting and migratory nature of inspiration

If you don't write it down,

Type it, or tape it,

It's gone,

Like a hit and run driver

Or a pickpocket

Merging into the crowd

Evil Konks Out

In the end, evil konks out
Like a squid simmered in its own ink,
Because evil fails the moment

It overcomes good
By consuming the energy
To which it owed its duration.

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Poem: Your Wooden Leg

By Jack Brummet

Run

If you still can.
Drag that wooden leg
Behind you, but keep up,
Jogging after your pipe-dream.

Think bullet-proof,
Dodge the ghosts,
And always remember
The way back
And the door out.
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Painting: Daylily

By Jack Brummet

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All This Is That readers distributed across the globe

A photo map of our last 500 visitors.  /Pablo F

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Painting: Flowers No. 25 - Sunflower

By Jack Brummet

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Fun with the Breaking Bad Name Lab

By Jack Brummet, Art Ed.


You can create your own Breaking-bad style profile or Facebook cover here:  http://www.amctv.com/shows/breaking-bad/name-lab,

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Alaska Yukon Pacific Exposition forestry building, circa 1909 in Seattle

By Jack Brummet, NW History Ed.


The Alaska Yukon Pacific Exposition forestry building, from the exposition held in Seattle in 1909.

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Painting: Nasturtiums

By Jack Brummet

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Drawing: footsteps over footsteps

By Jack Brummet

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Poem: A flight of swallows

By Jack Brummet

A flight of swallows
Spins outside the window.

One by one,
The stars turn on

And the yellow sun
Transmogrifies to dusty rose

As it sinks
In its ebbing light.

The moon's in tune,
Stars turn on

And clouds drape
Across the sky.

In the web
Of the Milky Way, we careen

Through space, twirling on earth's axis,
Around the sun, and into the black.
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Easter Island statue, or laundry detergent? Or both?

By Jack Brummet, Consumer Ed.


This had to be a design geek having fun, or could it actually be just a coincidence?

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Poem: Overlap

By Jack Brummet

We cover the earth

With Venn Diagrams

As our steps
Bisect old steps.
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