Cringe
What is the point of
an honest reckoning
of the self? All these
memories of foolish,
thoughtless moments.
Unintended cruelties
attach themselves to
the mind, hard and
rough as concrete.
Fossils of narratives
we abandon, but can't
erase. Unlovely. Itchy.
Not even so terrible,
except they tell stories
you wouldn't tell yourself.
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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New Year’s Day Today the work is imagining the days ahead- a waking dream in which we wander through our hopes for ourselves and let loose t...
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