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maybe the theme is always the same

The grizzly will not play footsies or dress a truth in pigtails and ribbons or bunnyrabbit trappings in order to spare the limber in green from thorny reality; being better to know bitter syllables do lurk in the moat and … Continue reading

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then again…

Few are the activities that accommodate greater pleasure than hunting for sacred cows for the sake of archery practice. If the would-be poet is to nurture relevance in irreverence, well, obviously, something somewhere must be revered by someone – and … Continue reading

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Disastrous Poetry No. 1

Devils in feathers are waiting outside, prehistoric statues they sit astride. Note I am aware of rhyming patterns; though I do favor messing with meters. Returning to the devils in feathers: The nominal human would not be expected to expect … Continue reading

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I cannot longer write for I cannot stop doodling digitally yet still I cannot draw

Except now an issue has arisen and portends adolescent persistence though the origins can’t be called nowhere. Fuzzy memory says it is a chapter sad that seldom saw shafts of light. Trusting history relates not falsely, passions burned hot for … Continue reading

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dearest readers rejoice you’ve no idea about the conditions that hamper the simplest composition

Maybe ‘let loose a cascade gilt in guilt’ works better. Also amnesia grows stronger in these days of constant trial. Or maybe the strength is the constancy itself; something about building muscle; repetition – repetition that is in an incoming … Continue reading

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reassessing

If the application of force more or less never suits a scene maybe the time is nigh to run a poetic inventory. A heavy fog blankets the old playground where abstraction ran free to the point the sense is of … Continue reading

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the nine-hundredth dilemma to do with wordsmithery

Maybe a poet thrives in alien mayhem, depending on the definition of Poet. And who knows that definitive definitions are not symptomatic of chronic disconnect which itself should not be too problematic though it bears little resemblance to the novel … Continue reading

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