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***
I solemnly
vow to never again use Mars
as a
metaphor for the unknown, for the distant,
for the
inhospitable, or the his..
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***
The
Instapot has removed all mystery
from
creating risotto; what became
of
standing by the stove and dipping
ladle
after ladle o..
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***
The
ice-maker's shot.
No
longer
from
electricity's fire
will
I discover the
magic of frozen
water.
T..
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***
Would
that I were one
who’s noble
gracious
perpetually.
Would
that I bestow
the premise
of
charity
to
pr..
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***
Not a flutter, tent flap’s silent,
sweat runs in
rivulets,swishes of handmade
paper
fans, 500 strong,
a throng
listen ..
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***
The
arrogance of youth
the
incredible temerity
or perhaps
payment for a previous
life's
sins, youthfulness,
to let go
to ..
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modern English language short poem based on haiku principles
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***
The second
pour of coffee
pours
lukewarm, the curse
of a French
Press, I doubt
I do it
correctly. Raised in
a
fait..
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***
For
the second straight night
that
Godforsaken, Chirp!, wakes
me
up, I try to ignore it, Chirp!,
but
can't; Abby, m..
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***
I
feel like a crazoid this morning,
cousin
to the asteroid, as wild,
untamed
as my bed hair, as late
as
the model of my car.
..
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