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2020-12-24 A Perfect 4
I haven’t put on a dress in a while, but I’m pretty sure size 4 is still what would fit best. On a scale from 0-10, pretty sure my poetry is a 4 too. At least based on all these rejections. Another one popped into my in-box this morning. Like hello… merry fucking Christmas to…
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2020-12-24 It’s Always the Eve of Tomorrow
Christmas Eve today. On one hand it’s all just fine. I have everything I need here. My people, love, nourishment, warmth, opportunity, and am looking forward to tomorrow and the adventures we will find there. On the other hand, it just doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like Christmas or the cusp of another residency…
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2020-12-10 Musing from Inside the Promethean Gap
Is it wrong to approach the world, tentative and wanting? Believing in good intentions and people? That we’re all just stuck here temporary and harmless, abandoned on a mysterious spiral arm of stars? Is it wrong to believe in the power of human connection, however small. The innocence of it. The delicate nature of trust.…
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2020-11-29 Rounding Up and Rounding Out
Every morning I get at least two new-to-me poems in my email in-box. About a week ago I decided that since I’m tired of writing about The same-old-same-old AND seem to be Most inspired to write Creatively after reading new material that I would use these little nuggets as a jumping off points for new…
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Protected: 2020-11-15 There’s a Million Miles of Sunset Ahead
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2020-10-18 It’s Not the Poem’s Fault
It’s Sunday and my day is starting early. I woke before 6am and tried to go back to sleep but its futile. It’s almost 7 now so it’s not like I didn’t try to resist getting up. Hopefully Jim can get some extra rest with the absence of my tossing and turning. Hopefully he’ll text…
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2020-09-25 Tides Don’t Turn
They’re relentless rolling towards the shore where waves crash like an unforgiving Kublai Kan. Or the resulting opiate inspired vision in dream. Just a fragment. A sliver of the largest moon that ever pulled the tide up with such reliable gravity. Such a tragedy that the only words to linger after the last line are…
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2020-08-16 No Good Way to End – Part 2
What’s a girl to do I ask. It occurs to me that I love to start new things. I get jazzed about beginning. Give me a new day, tip-toes on the edge of the next big adventure. Anticipation is a delicious appetizer and don’t you sometimes just want to order every appetizer on the menu…
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