The second poem of the second week of the online retreat. (Slightly revised.)
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Week 2/Day 1. Ode to the electron (a poem)
The first poem of the second week of the online retreat.
Time doesn’t exist (a poem)
Sometimes…
Week 1/Day 5. Sleep patterns (a poem)
This is my fifth poem of the online retreat. It is in two parts, one for each of the two prompts.
Week 1/Day 4. Rose Red goes quantity surveying (a poem)
This is my fourth poem of the online retreat.
Week 1/Day 3. born of Old Depression, she sleeps (a poem)
This is my third poem of the online retreat.
Week 1/Day 2. Self-portrait, 2008 (a poem)
I’m participating in an online poetry retreat for the rest of the month. This is my second poem.
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Sometimes the right word is hard to find.
The President of the United States of America visits Walter Reed National Military Medical Center (a poem)
I know what my mom would say. I’ll just say this.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 