Directions
Suppose you wanted to go from here
to, say, Boulder or Boston, somewhere
far away, or hell, pick a place nearby,
someone's new house in an unfamiliar
neighborhood, in a different part of town.
These days, the exercise is simple enough-
some form of GPS connected by Bluetooth
to your vehicle's entertainment system-
In 300 feet, turn left. Drive for forty
point two miles. Take exit twenty-six
on the right. You have arrived at your
destination. And something may have been
lost along the way with no map to invite
questions, no compass to make a steadfast
promise, no stranger to lend a hand.
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: January 21, 2026
Forecast Just suggest the possibility of snow on the horizon, and I become truly useless. The storm’s three days away and on a weekend, but ...
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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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Couple Bring me the sunset in a cup, warm golden, glowing slow on the bank of some old world river or the shore of an ocean. The two of us,...
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Commitment I get that my whiteness is in no way a burden, and I’ve no right to think it’s anything less than a boon that daily, in this time...
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