Category: Poetry
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See the palm trees
I’m only moderately embarrassed to recite a poem in front of a crowd I can’t see very well. Earlier that morning, I tell myself I’m not a good enough writer. That this is all garbage. But a happy otter in my lake refuses to let me take myself that seriously. He wants my attention, and…
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Come take your toll
You say, “You can’t tell me what to do,” as I sign for the check, “But I’d actually like it if you did.”
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february snow moon
earlier, I had watched two anhingas dive and swim and furl and unfurl their long necks
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Last Nine Days of Poetry Sedation
I left poetry books everywhere. On top of the washing machine and on end tables and bookshelves, not stacked neatly.
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Seven Days of the Sealey Challenge
I diligently read and became entranced by Heather Christle’s The Trees The Trees. Oh, how I saw myself in her roots and her ruthlessness.
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Fortune July
on the Fourth of July, familial love, & joy, despite awareness of broader societal issues.
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why’s it always a weather metaphor? 🎧
on nuanced exploration of hope and anticipation amidst a heavy, silent sky.
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Altocumulus 🎧
on emotional tethering and the nature of feelings and CLOUDS.