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  • DecPoWriMo 20

    Driving home from church
    lights on in every window
    of the apartments

    everyone staying
    inside to spite the darkness
    makes a festive glow

    silhouettes all we have left
    December 20, 2021
    Haiku, Poetry

  • DecPoWriMo 19

    Home is wherever 
    the mighty are cast
    down from their thrones
    December 19, 2021
    Haiku, Poetry

  • DecPoWriMo 18

    Trying to avoid slipping
    into easy symbolism
    after having spent most of
    the day attempting to reset
    a device that decided to stop
    working after months of
    intermittent connectivity
    and limited usefulness
    I’ve lost count of how
    many times I pressed
    a nonexistent button only
    for it to announce it is being
    configured and additional
    settings available shortly
    which is another way of not
    saying shortly never comes
    December 18, 2021
    Poetry

  • DecPoWriMo 17

    Driving around doing errands 
    listening to an interview
    about a story about how
    this country cannot accomplish
    the bare minimum to look after
    all the lives the so-called pro-life
    people could not care less about
    we do our shopping for essentials
    holidays are already at a discount
    and go to three stores before
    finding a water closet we can use
    free of charge that is not out of order
    December 17, 2021
    Poetry

  • DecPoWriMo 16

    Welcome this is 
    your new home
    not what you were
    expecting is it

    land of bureaucracy
    sitting on the floor
    expecting improvement
    while staying dirt poor

    and since you are here
    let us explain
    we’ve lost count of our rights
    how few remain

    we the people
    try to limit people
    from describing themselves
    as people

    and as for the others
    the less said the better
    we follow malpractice
    to the letter

    pay no attention
    to the insurrection
    that is bending
    in your direction

    we’d rather say hi
    and give some gift cards
    get used to being American
    we find it’s pretty hard
    December 16, 2021
    Poetry

  • DecPoWriMo 15

    Unprecedented the way 
    we’ve been here before

    except the wind has picked up
    carrying the past across

    one state to another
    extremes become the new normal

    if we wait any longer we won’t
    have to predict the worst outcome

    the way we wave goodbye
    as soon as we reluctantly arrive
    December 15, 2021
    Poetry

  • DecPoWriMo 14

    Sometimes the file where 
    I write these
    runs out of memory

    and opens at
    the very first one
    I wrote when the pandemic

    was a few weeks old
    and already turning
    into eternity

    so I wait for the whole
    document to load
    and scroll six hundred

    some pages to find
    the white space
    to write another
    December 14, 2021
    Poetry

  • DecPoWriMo 13

    I remember waiting 
    to press record
    as soon as they appeared
    on the TV show

    wishing I could go
    to the concert
    listening to the cassette
    as a replacement

    now three of four gone
    in less than ten years
    only one remains
    a believer of daydreams

    the morning she died
    and I did not know
    I wanted to watch the show
    all day long with her

    now they are with her
    to sing along with
    and I don’t know if I’ve
    ever loved any other

    half as much as I do
    now this light’s gone under
    December 13, 2021
    Poetry

  • DecPoWriMo 12

    Device dissonance 

    tornado destruction
    displays on my phone

    while my watch
    announces a new email

    The Best Places to
    Live Right Now
    December 12, 2021
    Poetry

  • DecPoWriMo 11

    Unseasonable weather 
    bearing down across
    the country and the couch

    two hundred miles wide
    unheard of in any
    ordinary terms

    tomorrow might return
    to normal temperatures
    in the meantime here is

    weight evenly distributed
    throughout the atmosphere
    no need to name

    that sense of foreboding
    as anything other than these
    clouds too dark to see by

    wind creating shapes cutting
    through the curtains
    joggers in shorts trudge along

    some circuits remain unclosed
    how does catastrophe
    make itself known without

    evidence rippling through the air
    even if we don’t know when
    it becomes unbreathable
    December 11, 2021
    Poetry

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