year by year bite by bite
i have swallowed my selves
my core stuff digested
grown fat and quiet now
no more of that striving
hope the aperitif
making suffering seem savory
plenty to go around
table overflowing
a circle is a hollow shell
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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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