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I broke my mother’s favorite doll when I was three (a poem)
Not one of my eight-word poems, but one of those I felt compelled to write. I was reminded of the doll in question while watching a collection of short films made by the Quay Brothers (or Brothers Quay, as they were sometimes billed)…
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Eight-word poem #301 (a poem)
One of today’s entries…
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Eight-word poem #282 (a poem)
Another of today’s entries…
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Eight-word poem #281 (a poem)
One of today’s entries…
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Eight-word poem #264 (a poem)
One of today’s entries…
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Arborum silentium (a poem)
Inspired by Episode 14 of Twin Peaks: The Return…
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Eight-word poem #239 (a poem)
Some things do not change, it seems…
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Eight-word poem #233 (a poem)
A late entry…
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Wine is a reckless poet (a poem)
Not eight words, but this is one I have a feeling about. (Note: I use the feminine pronoun in this poem, because my experience has been that women are more likely to express their feelings than are men, who tend to hold them in, to keep them to themselves, for various and sundry reasons.)
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