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To choose an expertise is to step into a trap,
to place one's tender ankle between the metal jaws,
to walk willingly without a buddy into the riptide
and be dragged away from the shallow waters where
people dip their toes, build their castles, and play.
Too far out on the ends of the limbs, the experts
are separated from the possibility of bark, from
the shifting scents of forest, from the pleasure of
many seats, many arms, many nests. The experts
have only thin twigs, one choice: stay put or fly.
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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