Category Archives: 108 Days of Practice : Poetry

Day 47:4 … Ties That Bind

a needle pushes through dense brown fabric rising up through the right hole dropping into the left it pierces the surface again returning to where the knot is one thread encircles all strands an old button secured the original lost in a field grandma made a flannel nightgown that became my fuzzy I used to...

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Day 45:4 … What’s Left in My Closet

  one green hanger on the floor fell from the chaos above blue ones were for Jack white for me green belonged to him I made all his things hang according to shirt color and sleeve length then pants and coats shoes form a line below with tips facing out now it hangs on the...

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Day 38:4 Psssst

Sit down in that chair Stop squirming No you can’t go now We have work to do Put your hand down You should have gone earlier when you had the chance Stay in your seat I don’t care if it’s an emergency Just hold it Take out your books No talking No noise No sound...

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Day 37:4 Hello Blank Page

Hello blank page I run my hand across your surface feeling the unwritten lines like Braille raised soft and subtle unknown to my eyes My touch feels your yearning to be known and spoken. I am here in the white spaces.   If I counted the blue lines would it tell me anything of the...

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Day 36:4 Blueberry Not-Pies

Blueberry Not-Pies   Plastic wrap makes no attempt to conceal 
Thick wedge shaped blueberry not-pies rest on a plate
        inside layers that stick and un-stick at random points
 Just picked blueberries fill the large white colander
 Water runs through holes        what can’t be consumed must be removed
 The ones I want...

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