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: 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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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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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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