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A poem a day is the poet way! April 10, 2018 by lynnkk. I sort of loved these kids in the way. They were my son and also some other people. Who were not, in fact, my flesh and blood. Did you in fact know we were living in a post-. He asked, slamming the door. I was trying to say something. I was trying to say that you. Can love someone in a glancing off the cuff. Kind of way that involves nothing physical. But a kind of emotional proximity. Can be cured with marijuana.

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. Writing with STYLE a la Kurt Vonnegut. Aww, has this blog petered out again? I love this community, and I hope we can keep it thriving! For now, here is a link. To an awesome article about writing with your own style, via Kurt Vonnegut. At fifteen, when I was learning how to drive,. What a necessity it was to drive a car,.

Monday, May 31, 2010. I turned on the faucet in my kitchen in Boston,. And it spilled our a miniature diorama of Brooklyn. Perfect to scale, cranes sleep with their necks limp. In a new industrial lot near the Projects. The traffic on the Belt coming off the Verrazano. Blinked exquisitely, competing rows of red and white glimmers. Dispersed through the streets of Bay Ridge and Prospect Park. Where the water swells heave and point toward the yellowing light. Perhaps it was the hour, or my .