You can’t trust everything you see…
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Western Family Original Saltines (a poem)
I should not have been surprised—Western Family products tend to be kind of gross…
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210º F (a poem)
This poem actually uses epistrophe, not anaphora—but I’m not likely to write another poem within the next half-hour, so…
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This poem (a poem)
I have spent a good chunk of the day looking for places to submit poems to; this poem came out of that…
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Early (a poem)
I often wake up earlier than I’d like…
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Some dreams I had (a poem)
Today was an editing-and-errands day, so this is the only poem I wrote today…
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with difficulty (a poem)
Haven’t done a verbless poem for a while…
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Every poem (a poem)
An ars poetica…
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Shapes (a poem)
I suppose it would be easier to say ‘don’t believe everything you see’, but that’s not much of a poem…
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misshapen faces (a poem)
I saw a photograph online earlier, and this came to mind…
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