Settled
Burned as I was and distrustful
and selfish and untethered and
in no particular order, really just
a bucket of unfinished poems,
rough surfaces and earnest aching,
I am grateful that you found in me
something worth fighting past,
some place to plant a flag, so that
today, you and I, our home and
family, are so obvious as to be
the only answer to the only hard
question I was afraid to ask myself.
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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To Sleep I think I’m looking forward. Who can say what’s going on? I sleep well enough. I’m comfortable, but I wake up from dreams that seem...
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Allegory of the Cave You open the door, and an alien is standing there, probably backlit, as those guys usually are– big head, long, pointy...
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