fools and fanatics
always certain of themselves
the wise – full of doubts
Paraphrased from Existential Comics #641
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Paraphrased from Existential Comics #641
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
the tick
tick
clicking
creaking
on the stairs
...
three incessant brides
seductive
and cold
count steps
into a darkened cellar
strewn with time's dead flowers
and déjà vu
...
tick
tick
click
Shared with dVerse Poetics, taking Bauhaus’ Bela Lugosi’s Dead as inspiration and borrowing the line ‘strewn with time’s dead flowers’. Béla Ferenc Dezső Blaskó was Bela Lugosi’s full name.
Prompt: Write from inside an abandoned mansion after midnight. There is no obvious ghost—yet every room suggests someone has only just left.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Inspired by the Hedgehog’s Dilemma.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem
From the widespread blackouts
to the districts' neon-bright,
a low voltage of anxiety
crackles through the night.
—I am this city.
In the pulse of stalled traffic,
through the sirens' angry weave,
under lonely concrete bridges
I sometimes sit and grieve.
Then midnight sends her repair crews
to patch the potholes deep
all down my memory lane,
while subconscious consoles sleep.
Applause trembles in my ribs,
a protest locks my jaw
this fractured municipality
is what I'm rooting for.
What this city dares to admit;
the details of its trauma;
the bus route takes a detour
as service restored, much warmer.
Inspired after reading Maia’s Diaries
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Inspired by this SubStack post at Tokyo Notebook, where two people would communicate daily or weekly or whenever but using this format and just using small true statements about what has happened in their lives. I thought that it was a cute idea.
This True Monday was 13th April 2026
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Very much paraphrased from Existential Comics #635 – check it out.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
The all-seeing eyes,
follow every step,
guard against surprise,
make promises kept.
The village corner
where the aunties meet;
daily informer,
down on gossip street.
Coming and going,
it's all kept on file.
In need of knowing?
Give auntie a smile.
Everyone knows everything that goes on in the village. No need for cameras.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Written for the Chimeric Poetry Scavenger Hunt:
Write a Lune as a Tautogram
And also shared with GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 10:
Write your own meditation on grief.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

You want to hear this as a lovely show tune, right?
The “Black Orchestra” (Schwarze Kapelle) was the Gestapo’s codename for a secret network of German military officers, diplomats, and civilians who plotted to overthrow Adolf Hitler. The Black Orchestra’s goal was the total destruction of the Nazi regime from within.
The Black Orchestra was not a traditional spy ring but a loosely organised conspiracy that used key positions in the Abwehr (German military intelligence) as a cover. Members of the group actively worked to sabotage the war effort by leaking troop movements to the Allies, feeding Hitler false information, and trying to warn the world about the Holocaust.
Despite early pleas for help before the war, the Allies refused to deal with them, viewing all Germans as enemies. After the failed Stauffenberg assassination attempt, where Hitler survived with only minor injuries, a brutal wave of reprisals followed. Thousands were arrested, and many of the Black Orchestra’s leaders were hanged or shot, often in the most horrific manner.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Awed by eternal inflation
brane strings me along
In infinite miniature
a brain fractures in fractals.
Where am I going?
Where have I been?
Nice to meet you, Mae—
'Is that a universe in your pocket
or are you just pleased to see me?'
Shared with dVerse Quadrille #257: A Pocket in Your Poems, using The Meta-Zone from the comic book Shade The Changing Man and some words and phrases taken from string theory, pointing towards the idea of a pocket universe.
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