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Daily Archives: November 30, 2019
This Poem Ain’t Over
’til it’s over there. So hand it to a friend or fiend or your worst enemy or the girl next door or the guy down the street. This poem still has lots to say, to sway, to make hay while … Continue reading
Posted in Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2019, scribbling storms
Tagged November whew
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Have nightshirt, will travel. {Mr. Midnight & Mrs. Moon make the most of free will}
Once upon a time, they danced. Graced the stars from A to Z, poemed in tercets. An opening act of smile and frown, they dip and weave in all dog star sirius-ness, watch their reflections pen prime haiku in … Continue reading
Storm’s End
We have been hailed on and snowed in and torn -ado tumbled. We’ve hollowed hurricanes and braved the rain and cycloned half past one. And now here we sit, silent in the sun. ..I In November, we poem. … Continue reading