Tag: Poetry
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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.…
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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…
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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.
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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…
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In the Frog Pond
In the frog pond Accordions collapsing Behind the church In a backyard Someone Tapping out The cashed pipe
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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…
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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…
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A Personal Sutta
here i am delivering my personal sutta: my life, my values, my traditions, and as it turns out, i’m the only one listening
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Greetings from WashYourHandsingTon State
You certainly can feel it in the air now, each one of us a tesla tower pulling concern from the sky.Some say it’s too much worry, others not enough. At the grocery store we briefly make eye contact and you know it’s on their minds as well— Nobody says a thing, and when somebody does, it’s…
Daniel J Flosi is Consumed 