Poems for the in-between hours. Stay a while, and the words will come.
The driveway before you go inside. A snow day. The power going out. Four hundred miles of the same field. A Sunday with nothing in it.
Each poem arrives as a few words in a lot of white space. Hurry past, and that is all you get. Stay, and the rest fills in around them.
Poems live in poems.js. A plain word is always there. A word marked ^ comes when you pause, and a word marked ~ comes only if you stay.
"~the call ^came ~at five-forty: no school.",Poems CC BY-NC-ND 4.0. Code MIT. See LICENSE.
By Joe Karlsson.