Daniel J Flosi is Consumed

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  • The End.

    The End.

    Well, here we are. It has been nearly ten months since my latest post, and that is because in that time my family and I were packing up our house, selling it and moving across country. It’s been about eight months since we’ve moved to our new hometown in Illinois. It was very hard for […]

    Daniel Flosi

    30/01/2021
    haibun, journal, life, Photography
    endings, haibun, journal, life, thank you
  • Sine and Cosine

    When you don’t know what to say, say something in the length of a breath. 

    Daniel Flosi

    16/04/2020
    journal, Quotes, thoughts
    American, journal, line, monostich, poem, poetics, quote, thoughts
  • April 13, 2020

    Reductionists want to reduce our actions down to one reason. They want to sell the idea that you walk funny because of your dinner. But our actions, our habits, have a whole world of reasons, a whole history of them. Landscapers trim the grass border, while father and son are walking to the bus stop. […]

    Daniel Flosi

    13/04/2020
    Poetry, thoughts
    American, culture, haibun, Haiku, life, poem, Poetry, racism, thoughts
  • All the things a smile could say

    All the things a smile could say could also be said with the eyes.  i’ve heard people say that they try toreplace their smilewith a hand gesture, but that turns out to be an awkwardunderstanding, one which only the person performing the gesture actually understands. Most say they use words to replace a smile. Though, words […]

    Daniel Flosi

    11/04/2020
    coronavirus, Poetry, Uncategorized
    American, communication, coronavirus, covid-19, language, masks, poem, Poetry
  • morning fuzz

    While everyone is pushing and pushing back the morning fuzz of autumn, grasses bloom in place. Children holding parent’s hands walking to the bus stop Magnolia petals drop to the street. 

    Daniel Flosi

    29/03/2020
    life, Poetry
    American, life, micro poetry, parenting, poem, Poetry, society, stress
  • Virus Dreaming

    I woke up writing a poem. It might have been a continuation of my dreaming, though, because I had taken out a newspaper advert to write a short two column by six inch persona poem for the Virus. If the Virus had a voice, what accent would I give it? Suddenly a locomotive of a […]

    Daniel Flosi

    28/03/2020
    Poetry
    American, coronavirus, covid-19, fear, life, persona, poem, Poetry
  • In the Frog Pond

    In the frog pond Accordions collapsing Behind the church In a backyard Someone Tapping out The cashed pipe

    Daniel Flosi

    25/03/2020
    Poetry
    American, frog, giving up, letting go, life, poem, Poetry, renewal, spring, starting over
  • Self-isolating

    Self-isolating with your hands pressed together it’s hard to know where one hand ends and the other begins, impossible even. with the National Guard deployed to three different states, to your state, it’s difficult to tell if what’s normal here is normal there. impossible even. it’s too easy to want to hunker down with some […]

    Daniel Flosi

    23/03/2020
    coronavirus, Poetry
    American, coronavirus, covid-19, life, poem, Poetry, self-isolating, social distancing
  • I Looked Up and Saw My Bandwidth Swallowed by a Black Hole

    I admit when word got out that companies were sending employees home, to work from home, I was pretty jealous. While most of the world seems to be testing the technology— stretching the limits of communication, stretching my bandwidth thinner and thinner. That’s what it comes down to with technology, though, levels of communication. I […]

    Daniel Flosi

    22/03/2020
    Poetry
    American, capitalism, communication, coronavirus, life, poem, Poetry, technology
  • In the Neighborhoods

    Driving through this ghost town, no lights on in the windows. No Delivery trucks on the streets. A pair of homeless walk their bikes With packs and gear slung over shoulder, on handlebars, packs slouching over seats. I woke up this morning thinking about how I’ve always considered myself On the outside looking in. Which […]

    Daniel Flosi

    19/03/2020
    Poetry
    American, coronavirus, covid-19, economy, home, life, poem, Poetry, quarantine
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