Category: reading/writing
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Oxymoron
This morning, you remember the drum fish you caught on the inter coastal waterway The captain threw it in a ‘live well’ to gut and fillet for dinner ‘Live Well’ is a strange name for a holding cell for the condemned 12-2-21
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Writer’s block
Wake up in the morning Check Facebook Make breakfast, wash dishes Check Facebook Brush teeth, floss Check Facebook Go for a walk then take a dump While checking Facebook Jump in the shower, take a nap Check Facebook Adjust fantasy football team Check Facebook Cook dinner for when the spouse gets home Check Facebook Go…
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Dear Rudy
Someone compared your fall from grace as being of Dostoyevskian proportions What do they have against Fyodor’s novels I am thinking Ayn Rand accepting her first social security check or Madoff standing in a prison lunch line is more apropos 8-8-21
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WHIMSY
In the wet of morning I walk among pages of clothing and furniture ads in search of articles to read I think poets could write better ad copy; we would dress it up in whimsy humor and verbs…lots of verbs Eyes would linger a bit longer on product examine the stitch and cut the faces…
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haiku while sitting outside sipping ginger/mint tea
a breeze blew a pen and a pad off of a ledge they lay uncomposed 4-1-21
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how I became a poet
When I was in fourth grade they tried to teach me violin but I was called a sissy I put down my case and fought When I was seventh grade I wanted to play French horn but trombones were cheaper I knew all the troublemakers and band secrets I’d laugh and would not snitch When…
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early morning haiku
did you just write this, if you didn’t take a photo? why leave it to chance? 3-2-21
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The process
Before it disappears Write Revise Pull form from bone Set it free Before it disappears 12-3-20
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Submission
This morning, I think maybe, I’m avoiding the ebb and flow of acceptance and rejection and maybe, I should submit more or maybe, I’m just lazy or maybe, it’s the definition of submission Seeing myself in print Is like going out on the town hoping someone notices the cut of my hair the style of…
My husband's poetry 