from p.1 on Mon., April 23rd

Our minds were intoxicated
by the drunk kisses
shared between us.


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Dark light and
dark water

doesn't stop the
shine in the eyes.


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Sunny music and
gardening seeds,

a taste of summer
and embrace of
spring.

from p. 1 & 4 on Mon., 4/16

That's how I felt,
right then and there.

Again,
here you are
buzzing in my brain.


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Cigarette ash &
late night ice
cream.

Colfax Avenue
on a sunset
afternoon.


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The city towers like a giant,
and graffiti decorates it like
jewelery.


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Resting in a green hill,
in the company of rolling
children and laughter,

Botanics and floating pollen
surround me,

And the koi whispering
beneath,

All servants to an orange
English light.


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Ruthless,
my style as a juvenile.
Never listen to my mother,
went in one ear and out the other.
It's my nature I gotta curse,
Sneakin' out the window know what
I want front and center and don't get caught
slippin' existing the entrance.

10 word short stories from p.1 & 4 on Mon., 4/9

1. Spring breeze. Yellow flowers. Everything comes alive all at once.
2. Just a stroll in the park to feed the pigeons.
3. Fly fishing. Cast out. Cast back. Catch a fish. Release.
4. I don't like writing poetry, but I am stuck here.
5. Excited to sit next to each other, our nervous hands touch.
6. I wrote a poem yesterday. Again, it was about you.
7. She lived with so much hope; life became a delusion.
8. She made it sound easy. As if it wasn't curiously absurd.
9. I wish I had the sprinkles on my ice cream.
10. Sleepless in Seattle as rain gently falls, clouding my thoughts.

from p.4 on Mon., April 2nd

Sprinkles of rain
and
rays of sunshine
mix in a ball
of confusion
and pure
beauty.


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The harsh wind
howls as the soft
sun shimmers, thirst
met with relief.

Most want an endless
summer, but do not
realize the necessity of winter
to have anything at
all.


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Burning wood
spilling ashes into
the air.

Surrounded by my second family.

No makeup, messy hair.

Nothing but love
and the stars.


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Humidity wraps you
like a blanket with the
air being breathable.

The heartbeat of the city
is powered by those
who live in it.


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The rain dances as
I drift in and out
of sleep,
my dog
warms me like a little
furnace.

from p.1 on Mon., April 2nd

Spring:

Bunnies hop from their mom.
Birds sing songs for you.

But horses shed.

You get hair in your mouth,
hair in your eyes,
but it's lovely.


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The first bloom of
purple tulips,

inspired tones
floating through
condensed cotton air;

two months until
summer.


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Dizzied and dazzled,
by an infinite amount of
ultralight beams,

Lovesick and lusted,
we are not invincible.

But still we march,
into the unpredictable future.


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Flares on snares.

I love the plastering
as the stratocasters
sing.