Category: Poetry
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The Long Hand
A long day of drawing. I should be grateful that I have the time to spend to learn a new skill. This is what I wanted to do. It was supposed to be nourishing and all I can think about is how I feel run off my feet. Sand slipping through my fingers as I…
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200 grams
Usually, by the time I make it to the grocery store, the deli counter is closed and I either forego whatever purchase I was hoping to make or pivot and choose something that is pre-packaged. With grocery prices these days, choosing something pre-packaged depends on whether anything is on sale. Hi there, how are…
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How I Feel Right Now
So many things. Too many things. A tornado, a hurricane, some kind of storm and I’m not in the temporary refuge of the eye See somehow I’m stuck inside a tumble dryer Slapped in the face with half-wet, sloppy socks spinning, spinning, spinning Not much to hold on to When the fuck will the buzzer…
ivan beck 