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February 28, 2018

Poem #584

a sour stench
made worse by heat
oh save me!

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Published on February 28, 2018 18:03

Poem #583

Hey yo, Sean Kingston where you at?
the Schluter-Kerdi system
Arduino!

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Published on February 28, 2018 18:01

Poem #582

one plant
5 leaves
and inconsistency

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Published on February 28, 2018 17:59

Poem #581

in the tumble dryer
sore when I climb out

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Published on February 28, 2018 17:56

February 21, 2018

Poem #580

crawl into bed
in a soft hoodie
drift to sleep

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Published on February 21, 2018 18:10

Poem #579

legs burning
gasping for air
not giving up
reaching the top

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Published on February 21, 2018 18:09

Poem #578

on a moonlit night
shadow monsters creep
in darker than darkness
the nightly shade of a tree
the long shadow of a house
even one’s own umbra buddy
steer clear of moon shadows
the monsters linger there
waiting to leap and fly
for unwitting creatures of the day
to taste remnants of sun
until the moon sets
shadow monsters feast

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Published on February 21, 2018 18:07

Poem #577

retiree lives on the island
with his wife and daughter
every morning they sit on the porch
eating bagels and jam
the ocean is calm
the birds are lively
retiree reads the newspaper
wife sips her coffee
daughter types
every afternoon they sit on the porch
drinking tea and lemonade
their dog is napping
the bees are buzzing
retiree does a crossword puzzle
wife crochets a sweater for her sister
daughter types
every evening they sit on the porch
nibbling chicken and pesto paninis
the birds are quie...

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Published on February 21, 2018 18:04

Poem #576

pre-awake morning wild
the sky is pastel
heart-racing
everything in sharp focus
air has a cool bite
alive

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Published on February 21, 2018 18:02

Poem #575

the bridge is shaking a bit
her hair is whipping around
her being is on the precipice
but she’s not sure what’s forward
she stumbles and walks
and finally sprints to the other side
wild, unfocused and free

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Published on February 21, 2018 18:00