Category Archives: Writing

Solution

I’d like to write today, but need to rest.A mystery of decades may relax,and offer up a pattern to suggesta pathway through a maze that’s paved with facts.A recent recollection has impressed,illuminating myriad attacks.I want to take a day to … Continue reading

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Test Walk

I’m testing walking prudently today.Instead of 60 minutes, I will busand promenade a quarter hour, say,and I won’t quibble with my age, or cussabout a change that may not go away.I’ll choose supportive shoes with zero fuss.In truth my status … Continue reading

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After 3 Weeks

I usually want readers for my verse,but some are just a memo of today,recording healing progress as I nursemyself (so slowly now), in cloud array.The problem with my foot’s not getting worse.Another week or so of rest, I’d say,will let … Continue reading

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Receptivity

Reiterating (as he’s wont to do),he wondered how cartoonists can createan opus every day. He likes to chewold questions, aimless, when he could insteadattempt a daily project, so he knewthat practice will cause receptivity.His focus would expand – in, out, … Continue reading

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Labeless

Some time ago, I took to posting verseeach day. The rhyme and meter rang in me.I didn’t need more sonnets to rehearse,so I indulged in a varietyof forms. I gained familiaritywith 6- to 10-line stanzas, song and round,and typed the … Continue reading

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Ink

Is this compulsive, or a discipline,to daily post a poem for near four years?It had a therapeutic originin quarantine – locked in I thought for weeks,I figured I would give new forms a spin(I’d worked in sonnets for some decades … Continue reading

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Small Things

You know I like word origin, and wit.I tend to read 200 years ago,when writers strove to use appropriateand careful language, often mixing flowof syllable with concept, and a bitof multi-sense or syntax, chosen soa reader could enjoy the space … Continue reading

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Lost in Guest Space

I lost this piece of paper and my pen.I searched for them three times before sunrise:the room I used, with phone light, and againby lamplight, straining lower back and eyesto view beneath the bed and shelves, and thenI looked upstairs … Continue reading

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Describing My Unease

Describing my unease by telephone,despite the cellular efficiencies,reduces plaintive murmurs to a drone,describing my unease. It’s not enough to bring me to my knees.I wouldn’t sob or cry or even moan,but talking doesn’t yield true empathies. No matter what size … Continue reading

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Scrappiness

Among the things I try to have aroundme every day, are writing pads and ink(and toilet paper, avocado, grounddark coffee and home seltzer for my drink).Although I’ve reams to write on, I have foundI scribble on used paper. What to … Continue reading

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