Fourth and Goal
The end of the semester
compresses like a red zone
defense, everything more
difficult and confined by
its edges, a wall of meaty
obstacles between us and
the freedom of the goal
line, and all the noise
echoing around us, all
the brightly waving colors,
complicating the snap
count, creating the potential
for mistakes, false starts,
interference, and while
the temptation is to make
an end run on a reverse
or to float one to the corner,
we know there's nothing
for it but to punch one
up the gut and hope we
don't fumble the football.
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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