Simple Math
Every moment I spend
not thinking my own
thoughts is a subtraction.
If I am watching TV
or scrolling the news or
filtering the already
filtered world into my
cup, I am less than I
could be if I were to
take a walk, paint a wall,
write a poem, cook
a meal, place my own
hands upon the world.
I am divided daily
through screens and all
the stories around me-
the posts and broadcasts,
the updates and live streams,
and I feel, of course I feel
the me in me responding,
but I am a fraction of
myself when I accumulate,
consume, accrue. While
I am whole when I create,
and exponentially so.
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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