Jann Psalms

1. Issue · Sep 13, 2026

   I can’t write in this mess (opens the original)

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   The house begins to whisper first;not loudly, not accusing,just a soft accumulation of almosts:a cup left thinking it would return to my hand,a shirt draped mid-decision,a floor learning the language of delay.Dust is patient.It does not rush me,does not ask why I stopped mid motionbetween wanting and doing.It simply gathers,like the hours I promised myself I’d use better.And something in me mirrors it.My thoughts become cluttered corridors,ideas stacked like unopened letters,dreams folded into c

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