Jim Culleny is a poet at 3 Quarks Daily. He explores themes related to culture and society, with a focus on architecture, arts and entertainment, and the natural sciences, including anthropology and ecology. Jim's work has been featured in various publications, showcasing his diverse interests and insights into the interconnectedness of these fields.
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Womb of Being Here I am, in it, curled as you are, as all are who breathe. I found myself here, not by my choice
“In every myth something human speaks, it's characters are interchangeable, what's essential is the underlying truth
I've looked at Hair from Both Sides Now I once had hair dark-brown and cumulous Now more like cirrus-wisps, things are getting serious:
Odder Still As odd as it is that the moon comes up behind the inelegant tree behind our house over the dark mountain —grey white
—the family of simple, monosyllabic words. –Adam Zagajewski, Another Beauty Bread House Salt God The tsunami smell of yeast inundated our house
“Researchers have found evidence of an existing body of liquid water on Mars . . .(the) principle of “following the water” is key to astrobiology – the study of potential life beyond Earth.” — BBC News 7/25/18
It's Alright Ma Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Be Alert Among Words Be alert among words, they're shifty illusions like 2-d boxes of joined walls on a flat page,
Alternate Paradise All poems hint death, though some pretend not to mention it decked as they are in bright intentions to make it moot,
Architecture and Light What would architecture be without light, or light without architecture, man-made or that which emerged over eons:
