NaPoWriMo 2019 -Day 7 Lost When I answer the question saying, “I am a poet,” most often eyes recede, seek cover, become opaque window hidden behind glazed surface. Muscles twitch in need of movement, and I watch as he/she races … Continue reading
For NaPoWriMo: Day 4 http://1sojournal.wordpress.com In Her Eyes They were all there inside of her. Different people, both male and female. I knew each one, mostly by how the eyes changed when they ‘came out’. Cecil, the blind warrior … Continue reading
For The Sunday Whirl: wordle #114 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ And Poets United: poetry pantry #154 http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/ Lost Muddled thoughts have left muddied mess of tracks on floor of cerebellum. Complex answers remain in class of their own, crawling through rich dark loam … Continue reading
The word swampland is borrowed from a man I have never met, but certainly would love to sit down to coffee and a long chat with (even though I don’t drink coffee, I would if that were the only ticket). … Continue reading
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