poetry
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waveforms
Read more: waveformsI couldn’t help but think this morning as I got coffee that there sure is a lot of plastic involved here.
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Broccoli
Read more: BroccoliI was in my thirties before I liked broccoli. Now my issue is beets. I hate beets.
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in the midst
Read more: in the midstA new poem for the End of Days collection. The image is glass block from a local trip to the veterinary clinic. I’ve been reading Kay Ryan and while not her style directly, her craft prepared me to write this poem.
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So Now We Haunt–A Marla Poem
Read more: So Now We Haunt–A Marla PoemMarla’s story continues as a dead soul notices that she can see them and, of course, Marla offers them hope.
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Tsuga canadensi
Read more: Tsuga canadensiOn a trip to Cape May recently we stopped so that I could take some pictures of the reeds alongside the Atlantic City Expressway, except it was actually Route 347, but as poets do, we merge our memories into our poems, not necessarily influenced by cold facts.
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remind me again
Read more: remind me againThe Marla series of poems meets the Memory Loss series of poems
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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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Oh No, I Won Again!
Read more: Oh No, I Won Again!I immersed myself in “Where the Sidewalk Ends” for inspiration and found Shel Silverstein not so subtly subversive. So . . . I played a bit for the sketch–his illustrations are so spot on. I’ve got a ways to go but you have to start somewhere.
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