Trixie woke me up this morning at the exact time of the solstice—2:44 a.m.…
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Saturday morning (a poem)
Today’s catch phrase is Holy crap! Because that’s what I have been saying all weekend. Also, it’s a new month, which means I need to come up with a new writing challenge. I think it is going to be simplicity—that is, simpler language, avoiding unnecessary descriptors or embellishments, keeping to the minimum needed to get the thought across. I have a tendency to try to explain things and/or go off on tangents, so this will be tricky. Here goes…
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On the lack of clean surfaces in any of the workspaces in my apartment (a poem)
Because the mess always reasserts itself eventually…
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Trixie comes down from Refrigerator Mountain (A poem)
A bonus poem about one of my cats, Trixie, since I did not come up with a poem for Day 12 of National Poetry Writing Month…
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Lucy the cat (a poem)
A bit of silliness, as an interlude…
Lucy (A poem)
The mystery of Lucy, the alarm cat…
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Sickbed slumber #4 (a poem)
Almost better—just one day, maybe two, to go…
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Happy Thanksgiving (A poem)
True story…
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On a chilly September morning (a poem)
Wrote this one this morning…
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Trixie (a poem)
Self-explanatory.
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