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Daily Archives: November 30, 2021
this poem is the alpha(dog-gerel) -bet against the house, the unquiet mouse(or wheel) who squeaks first. at worst, it’s a squawk -stab in the dark, a tent-ative spark to start something new. a cool blue sky awaiting scribble. wiggle it a little. giggle to the moon, she’ll swoon you … Continue reading
After the rain (before the moon), they hum their free-dom tunes to a storied sky. The world whirls by with a royal flair, but they’rejust happy to behere with the trees. ::In November, we poem.