What's Lost
There's a Rubik's Cube in Julia Child's kitchen
in the Smithsonian Museum. I understand
they reconstructed the kitchen exactly as they
found it. Down to the last detail, down to the
Rubik's cube to the left of the sink, unfinished,
so I wonder who's toy this was. A child's?
Certainly, a Child's, but a grandchild's? And
wouldn't they want it back? Wouldn't it be
maddening to come visit your grandmother's
kitchen, where she prepared those meals, those
wild, rich family meals, to see that kitchen
exactly as you remember it, to see the toy
you left on the counter as you rinsed an apple
or poured a glass of water, to see the place you
would return to, there, just behind the glass.
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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