Written during last night’s open mic…
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poetry
Twenty-five years ago doesn’t seem that long (a poem)
Last night, I was watching The Big Chill and Rockula…
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Annoying plot twists (a poem)
When I was done with Louis, I turned to Fargo…
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Observing a couple on a day at the museum (a poem)
I spent my free time this weekend binge-watching Louis…
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Sparks (a poem)
I woke up at a weirdly early hour this morning…
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Each other’s arms (a poem)
I was working on the e-book editions of my new collection, so I did not write very much yesterday…
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Conflicted (a poem)
Some memories come back at the strangest times…
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Happy for the day (a poem)
I was doing other stuff, so this was all I wrote yesterday…
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The third day of rain (a poem)
Giving in to the autumnal cast of the last few days…
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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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