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: 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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