Daily Cosmology
In the beginning...
Nothing. An empty page.
Possibility.
Or
Everything. Chaos.
Possibility.
Name one thing-
Pen, Zero, Circle, Sea-
Any one idea can grow roots
And define itself through comparison.
Black pen, greater than, concentric, raging.
Then,
Systems, relationships, hierarchies, symphonies,
Lifetimes.
Order. A full page.
Selecting is deselecting.
Everyday, the task of taming possibility.
So the purpose of this blog is to be a space to practice creativity. I am currently using it as a place to record a single, unedited poem for each day in 2019. While I attempt to write everyday, I may not actually post daily. Instead, I will post poems as they are completed, but one for everyday of the year. Not sure I can make it, but we'll see. It's fun to try regardless :)
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Poem: March 12, 2024
No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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Maintaining Some people won’t straighten their desks at the end of the day, but I do, most days, and I sweep the floor as well, ten to tw...
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No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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Through a Crack in the Door Think of those times late at night, really any time in the long expanse of life when you are walking down any em...
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