a poem is not a practical matter
Pound’s “petals on a wet, black bough”
bear that baggage
made more through metaphor
but when the end of night nears
and the weary work day looms ahead
words are
buoys in the saline sameness
of a black, brine sea
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( Just a reminder that these are my opinions. You're entitled to your own.) I started reading The Artist’s Way (hereinafter abbreviated...
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The Book: The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity by David Graeber and David Wengrow Citation: Graeber, David and D., Wengrow. 202... -
Apologies. I did not post a poem on December 20th, 2021 ... I suppose I was bound to miss a day sooner or later, but this is the first time ...
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