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: 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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