Hard Twenty
A blog entry where I give myself only a hard twenty minutes to write with minimal editing
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“Sorry to Bother You,” Mom Said.
Read more: “Sorry to Bother You,” Mom Said.My mom asked me yesterday if she was my mom.
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given time, all things wear away
Read more: given time, all things wear awayDaddy Mac’ll make you (jump, jump)
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filtrate
Read more: filtrateA hard twenty poem–twenty minutes from the start, I’m posting this poem. It surely needs editing to stand up to my hopes for all of my poems. I’d love feedback if you feel inclined to offer any.
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at the spigot here
Read more: at the spigot hereSome poems fight me, but not this one. I’m sure there are things to change here, but all told, picture included, inside my twenty minute window for these Hard Twenty posts.
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throw back
Read more: throw backA Hard Twenty poem, although by the time I edited the picture and formatted the poem and re-edited the picture, well, that’s a bit more than twenty.
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Chaos is on the counter
Read more: Chaos is on the counterToday’s Hard Twenty post is poetry instead of prose. I gave myself twenty minutes to write a poem, do whatever editing I could in that timeframe, and that’s it. So, here’s that effort.
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Small Potatoes
Read more: Small PotatoesSomeday, perhaps, I’ll understand how the mind works. That day is not today.
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Take it easy, Weekend Warrior
Read more: Take it easy, Weekend WarriorIt’s not hard to be a Weekend Warrior, even when it is a Tuesday.
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Life in the Woods
Read more: Life in the WoodsSo, we have three dogs. That’s a lot of dogs. But we live in the woods, so there is that.
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Fitness
Read more: FitnessIn which I start personal training to care for myself and improve fitness: preparing for a triathlon, addressing physical imbalances, nutritional needs, and embracing a holistic approach to training and self-care, motivated to maintain my body.
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