Education
All this agriculture,
all this muscling of nature
into geometric shapes,
whole academies devoted
to defining our resource needs,
preparing the soil, killing
the weeds. All the might
of industry brought to bear
through algorithms and
automation, big machines
that flatten and process
and restrain the chaotic
tendency of nature to mingle
and defend itself, to bloom
too soon and overgrow.
All of this careful measurement
of yields, all of this trading
of futures, all of this tampering
and modification toward
desirable traits, all of this
energy to bring them to market.
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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