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Day Fifteen, NaPoWriMo

There’s nothing that says “Spring!” quite like skunky. Black and white stain on road the blunt, matte smell trailing after the cars. What is that? Oh. Yes. That’s what. Fading at the same speed. It’s the whiff spring keeps on … Continue reading

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Day Fourteen, NaPoWriMo

Last night a few days after the last seen flurry, a scent of, daring, spring. Just past the last hill home where the shoulder is a stream now dopplerized frogs in a night of crossing roads of crossing seasons no … Continue reading

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Day Thirteen, NaPoWriMo

I don’t remember if the accompanying gold had a specific name but that green darkened many a kitchen cabinet and appliance in its day… Long ago, in a childhood far away in upstate New York kitchens used to be avocado, … Continue reading

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Day Twelve, NaPoWriMo

At the Poetry Reading (after Billy Collins) Listening to his poems and to the audience laughing and giving that singular sound of recognition, I wanted someone to read my poems so I could hear that inhalation. After, he took questions. … Continue reading

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Day Eleven, NaPoWriMo

Halfway from home we stop, •
the classic diner Continue reading

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