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  • FebPoWriMo 18

    You haven’t really
    moved in until
    you find a box
    over a year later
    no one remembers
    packing much less
    what was inside
    and finding a spot
    for every item
    except maybe
    the paper clips
    at the bottom
    February 18, 2022
    Poetry

  • FebPoWriMo 17

    Now that everyone agrees it is time 
    to return to normal by which they mean
    an increasing number of traumatic
    events we could not have foreseen without
    reference to how long we were upset
    things have not returned to what we wanted
    to perceive as acceptably normal
    which might have included crying at work
    in bathrooms because we could not take it
    anymore then suddenly no one could
    and increasingly fewer of us will
    because they haven’t noticed the numbers
    keep increasing or keep staying the same
    life is just a number without a name
    February 17, 2022
    Poetry, Sonnet

  • FebPoWriMo 16

    Everyone has forgotten how to be 
    social says the guy on the radio
    making pancakes for strangers in the park
    the kind of story we should expect now
    we seem to be in between Greek letters
    accelerating the loosening of
    restrictions almost faster than ever
    because letting our masks down last time made
    so much sense it lasted about a week
    then we were in the biggest hole climbing
    the tallest mountain at some point we gave
    up counting like the numbers made no sense
    at some point it will be everyone so
    the indifferent make pancakes to go
    February 16, 2022
    Poetry, Sonnet

  • FebPoWriMo 15

    Silence is the thing
    with wings
    that holds back the tears
    February 15, 2022
    Haiku, Poetry

  • FebPoWriMo 14

    What else would
    be appropriate
    for today but

    a greeting card half
    forgotten
    while making breakfast

    with a cat
    grimacing on a pile
    of candy hearts

    signing a card for you
    February 14, 2022
    Poetry

  • FebPoWriMo 13

    Some nostalgia takes
    a lifetime to get used to
    how long ago was

    not so long ago
    you cannot remember it
    yesterday there was

    tomorrow to look
    against all odds forward to
    when we can go back

    to where we started
    see in a mirror clearly
    dimness reflected

    not how you thought the song goes
    February 13, 2022
    Haiku, Poetry

  • FebPoWriMo 12

    Took me a moment
    to know the sound beside us
    was a bird finding

    a way to a tree
    February 12, 2022
    Haiku, Poetry

  • FebPoWriMo 11

    Why does a slight change in temperature
    make us race outside to frolic in grass
    still yellow not trimmed in almost three months
    Christmas trees and lights stand in disarray
    could the soil be evidence of planting
    green shoots arriving too soon or too late
    to avoid the cold snap around the bend
    each winter as long as I remember
    has an unseasonable patch of warmth
    how far above average can we reach
    until we concede a new average
    disoriented in exuberance
    seasons will no longer have a meaning
    just open space that we should be cleaning
    February 11, 2022
    Poetry, Sonnet

  • FebPoWriMo 10

    Who among us has not flushed important 
    documents down the toilet or tried to
    by accident of course jamming the course
    of justice before rounding the u-bend
    for all we know they might still be stuck there
    past the point they could be taped together
    or amended using magic marker
    to demarcate the true path the storm took
    straight into the shitter we knew it would
    no forecast needed media email
    server deserves front page coverage though
    what could obstruction of justice entail
    that won’t be observed beyond page 15
    they say who they are report what they mean
    February 10, 2022
    Poetry, Sonnet

  • FebPoWriMo 9

    When all paths are blocked don’t be so sure that 
    the path not taken isn’t blocked as well
    maybe regret is a component of
    retreat backing away from the silence
    of wondering which way is the right way
    when there is no way of knowing despite
    all evidence just to the contrary
    surely letting go of all volition
    is a sure recipe for disaster
    never knowing what could be the future
    stuck in some sad resemblance of the past
    spinning infinite threads to the present
    following you through bad decisions made
    by some version of yourself you can’t save
    February 9, 2022
    Poetry, Sonnet

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