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#002: Chipped Bark
He held sand dirt in his palms Running into the sunset with two tiny fists The contents (like love) escaped his tightening grip like a sieve I’m a romantic And we are just kids trying to climb ancestral trees Searching for where our lives intersect with a legacy
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#001: Show Your Work
Show your work. Your ink-stained fingertips That grip the fountain of youth Speaking sweet-everythings Into the blue That wide-eyed wonder Virtuous view Enticing, inviting That curious you To tango with tense Samba with syntax Create on the page Merge fiction and deep facts If the process has purpose You cannot name it But here you…
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Notes Home
Bounded by the borders Made by fighters Oppositions Seeking land Seeking gains Seeking purpose Territory A place to call home Place to call mine Place for my- Our lives to thrive Values intertwined Conscience at a bind Morals pass from spine To spleen From the books We read To the gods We seek To the…
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A John Clare Mood
The restlessness Within my chest Flickers and dabs Drip drab paints Across my bones Within my veins But the sky Oh! The sky Is full of grace Purple, reds and oranges embrace A sunset’s beauty The crescent moon’s imperfect face In profile Giving just a taste Of what’s to come Of one’s life place …
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martes
Post numero uno. Why wait til the next clean week the next clean month the next clean year to begin? When cleanliness and clarity arrives like a package in the post Sometimes dead on time Sometimes between the hours of 9 and 12 Sometimes lost in transit Fickle, beautiful life It’s about living right now…
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