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Category Archives: a story a week, 52 weeks to write
Week 30
There is a crayon in my head Which draws things I don’t get There is a shovel in my head Which digs holes I don’t need There is a needle in my head Which for lack of thread Just lies … Continue reading
Week 29
As you’re gone The gap between knowing and accepting Is about a week long. I’ll give it that To forget Then perhaps Another To reflect And another To recall Then the last To regret Next week I shall write it … Continue reading
Week 28
Your pieces ramble around Behind my battle ground My pawn nears your end wall It takes a step Though not needing to do it Your king Doesn’t look back Nor Can it do so For we both know Here comes … Continue reading
Week 27
You say I don’t have any hobby Because what I like to do Requires too much doing and not much Hobbying I say True dat, True hobby. That is something I do and don’t hobby that much.
Week 26
seeing Grace i talked about you as if you were still ’round and for a moment i believed it too
Week 25
your thrombosis of a name makes a thump in my heart The idiot needn’t doing so for the rhythm has dropped Long ago
Week 24
you say Let’s find out what infinity is i say Gotta finish my sponge cake you say Hurry i say No, for infinity doesn’t rush nor would it interfere with my sponge cake right here
Week 23
You chose the banana You chose the milk – with fat You chose the sanitary pads You chose my deo I went there today, that supermarket And I didn’t know what to buy Exiting, the stillness of my shopping bag … Continue reading
Week 22
May the Do# of your piano Sound May your lego pieces Fit May your dog Eat May your door Shut tight May the past Rest May our pictures there Vanish And may you Too.
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