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October 9, 2023
Here are two poems I wrote yesterday from the same source text, an Etsy listing for rings. The first is an erasure (my choices driven by sound), and the second one of my “beautiful in-law erasures,” using the sentence “See for yourself; don’t stop at the first answer” as a seed. #1 genuine approx.…
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October 7, 2023
If you south, past pull just shy of the sunlight where burbling light deepening the sound from the tree, you may have an experience you cannot easily explain. A rustle in your vision. The distinct phantom disfigured. Some danger, because of it, the story lived, died. In a fire unable to find persistence. The unnamed…
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September 30, 2023
Green will be black. Pink will be brown. Red will be black. Black will be white silver. White will be brown. Brown will be black. Hot pink will be black. Gray will be black. Dark brown will be white silver. White and pink are made of rain, which belongs to her. And the best loving…
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July 2, 2023
Diastic poems keep pulling me back…I was thinking about my attempt to do one with the word chair a couple weeks ago. For the heck of it, I figured I might try again but with the Pyne blog post. changed those seasons national federal compassing where that dominated federal control the Alaska dedicated entire…
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June 30, 2023
More work with Etsy product descriptions as a source text today, this time linen waffle towels. I had a little time to push myself and ended up trying two drafts. The first is an erasure, and the second is a collage like yesterday. I’ve been thinking a lot about punctuation lately…which strangely enough leads me…
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June 29, 2023
Today’s little poem is a collage assembled out of selected words from this product description for a handmade mug on Etsy. Designed for slight, if you want a loved one. Please, there are always all variations. Enjoy the piece. Happy to cup, thrown to give. Sorry for the inconvenience and take care.
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June 28, 2023
Did the mirror look longer? Pearled and ripe, an ankle gentle. Word galloping into tethered, water corners in a dash.
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June 25, 2023
Two little poems today. Perhaps they’re failed poems, but in each of them I see some potential in reworking. #1 to best times: good-vibes, deep consent courteous honoring dignity your beautiful beautifully in a way that makes pressure you’ll actually choose #2 A knack for again A decade unlearning Unpacking how Why better…
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June 24, 2023
You know you want to grow. One thing leads to another and there you ask yourself what. On the outside it looks like thinking: okay, this is pieces. Take you away from time. The steps to get there, but nowhere to go. You promise to dive in and see the system. An hour to find…
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