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  • AprilPoWriMo 9

    If some assembly 
    is required then there should be
    storage included

    to snap into place
    stationary or rocker
    flexibility

    is key no clue where
    all this stuff will go after
    a few months of use

    perhaps handed down
    to a place in the attic
    forgotten by dust

    spine bookmarked pages
    easy to remember how
    it can be folded

    and unfolded for
    travel or storage from one
    place to another
    April 9, 2022
    Haiku, Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 8

    Is it knowing 
    you already have
    a personality

    this thrumming
    rhythm to your
    circulation

    that makes the
    knees and elbows
    or whatever

    poking into your
    mother’s side
    somewhat endearing?
    April 8, 2022
    Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 7

    Why not cloud
    everywhere all at once

    pitter patter of
    discrete droplets

    surfaces inundated
    with individual waters

    molecules searching
    for spaces to gather

    river to ocean
    interrupted by

    car windshields
    wiping intermittently

    aside potential
    minuscule universes

    to make way for
    forecasted new ones
    April 7, 2022
    Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 6

    Ground saturated
    rain gone except for the clouds
    pierced by tops of green

    waiting for winter
    to pass may take forever
    no longer needed

    bleakness is balanced
    by what might be more bleakness
    but for the instinct

    created by everything
    April 6, 2022
    Haiku, Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 5

    What brings wholeness
    to a broken brokenness

    saying the right things
    to the right people

    at the right time
    is one way not to

    sometimes the questions
    need to be questioned

    without being reframed
    to accommodate demands

    broken out in the open
    wholly beholden to our

    low anthropology saying
    grace at the same table
    April 5, 2022
    Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 4

    Try to describe 
    the past’s heaviness
    at some point you live

    enough to recognize
    all of it belongs there
    each day resists

    joining the herd
    by running headlong
    into traffic

    the end is slowness
    missing a turn
    distracted by a song

    that used to be playing
    on the radio
    the quiet of the present

    is for remembering
    April 4, 2022
    Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 3

    Is it possible
    we now forget about
    the latest atrocities
    before they happen

    just as the last
    two years appear
    as a gap on
    an incessant timeline

    perhaps the only
    evidence we have
    of the unspoken
    become unspeakable

    the images not even
    obscured by content
    warnings background
    blurred by vision

    unseeing what is unseen
    April 3, 2022
    Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 2

    The wake up ghost
    spent all night searching
    for the next dream
    out of the shadows

    to stay under heavy eyelids
    mind recognizing shapes
    occasional stories
    materializing from the ceiling

    as if sleeplessness were
    the prescription for existence
    bearing down upon
    the lightness of synapses

    what if dreams were the way
    whoever dreams us tries
    to make sense of whatever
    wakefulness appears to be

    translating echo into image
    like we do all day long
    repeating the immediate past
    attempts to find a moment

    unmediated to ourselves
    dreaming of silent sleep
    April 2, 2022
    Poetry

  • AprilPoWriMo 1

    Why does the past return
    as if about to happen
    gusting through the trees
    leaving budding branches
    broken about to bloom
    on the path to be brushed
    aside like so much future
    stilled by excess motion
    frozen in its potential
    since there is not enough
    time to remember why
    we live in forward even
    waiting for the past
    April 1, 2022
    Poetry

  • MarPoWriMo 31

    Today’s roadside sign
    so modest as to be
    completely missable
    WOKE IS A JOKE
    and I have to agree
    I’d rather be sleeping
    waking hours are pretty
    ludicrous to be honest
    March 31, 2022
    Poetry

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