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Fraiku: Doctor Verse

Don’t edit yourselfPoetry is the feverLet it heal your mind

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Poetry is…

From Robert Lee Brewer’s Write Better Poetry blog: For today’s prompt, write a metaphor poem. A simile is when something is like a something else (example: I am like a tree); a metaphor is when something is something else (example: … Continue reading

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I could use some help

I firmly believe that best way to improve one’s poetry is to get feedback from other poets. I’ve been facilitating a monthly Living Poetry workshop for about ten years now and we’ve recently had to shift our meetings online due … Continue reading

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Magical Poetry

A few months ago, I received an owl from Hogwarts. Secrecy being what it is, I could not reveal the true reason for my recent trip to Britain until now. I have been recalled to my position as Poetics Master … Continue reading

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Old Bunhill Fields Burial Ground

Old Bunhill Fields Burial Ground How old is this tree under whose branches I write? What’s left of George Fox is somewhere nearby. Maybe his flesh fed the tree whose leaves form a dome of green protecting me from this … Continue reading

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Frisbee

When the sun stayed up late because it wasn’t a school night, we would spend our summer evenings playing outside, a pack of neighborhood kids throwing a baseball, football, Frisbee, whatever wasn’t stuck on a roof or down a storm … Continue reading

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The Round Up: Red Light Edition

Two of my poems from Wednesday Night Regular, Snake Dancer and Ballerinas, were included in The Round Up Zine’s Red Light Edition. Check it out!

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Consumer

The magnetic strip behind the thin plastic with raised numbers rules my life. An embedded chip establishes my worth, determines where I eat, encourages excess. It encodes my history, tracks my whims. I am a collection of transactions, just a … Continue reading

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Ignore GPS

You will be my navigator, though you can’t read an old fashioned map and your sense of direction is somewhat skewed. Let’s get lost together. Ride the back roads, turn left on a whim, buy lunch at a farm stand, … Continue reading

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VR Skeeball

VR Skeeball The ball feels real, the heft in my hand, minor imperfections in the texture beneath my fingertips. The clinks and clanks of the machinery sound authentic. These hi-def graphics are phenomenal. I can even see waves in the … Continue reading

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