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Evening (a poem)
A surprisingly grey day. Instead of going to the usual second-Saturday readings, I stayed home and made soup…
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When I want to get up for another cup of coffee, but am too warm and comfortable under the blankets (A poem)
Another small break from my series of epistles, this time largely due to my activities over the last few days.
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The chill in the air is back (A poem)
January…
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A morning poem (a poem)
The January 16th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to come up with a list of ten words each about oil and snow, then to alternate a word from the two lists in each line of a poem until all the words have been used. My snow words were granule, icy, angels, crystalline, blanket, powder, pack, flurry, blizzard, and flake; my oil words were fuel, golden, stain, fluid, smooth, slick, viscous, slip, flammable, and commodity.
Sickbed slumber #4 (a poem)
Almost better—just one day, maybe two, to go…
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Bitter (A poem)
There’s always something…
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Vanilla and coffee at dawn (a poem)
I have been waking up early all week, it seems…
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A few minutes from now, you’ll never know we were here (a poem)
Taking photographs and drinking coffee this morning.
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At the Couth Buzzard on Sunday morning after the storm (a poem)
After my late morning cup of coffee…
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