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Thursday, January 1, 2026
We are here as our bulbs
We are here as our bulbs
Dig deeper in the ground
Our stems getting smaller
Our blooms less upward bound
Then years of only leaves
Even water and feed
May not keep us safe from
Mistaken for a weed
Wednesday, December 31, 2025
Beauty not beholden
Beauty not beholden
This unglazed pottery
Not to be rich with Hope
Star gazing poverty
With repeating black eyes
Cultural paupers war
Humanity declines
When higher heights are floor
Tuesday, December 30, 2025
Mixing colors out here
Mixing colors out here
On this stretch of plateau
Deepening the pastels
By taking steps to grow
Feelings being sorted
Eyeing with better thumb
Sliding on the spectrums
Until level and plumb
Sunday, December 28, 2025
No sense of direction
No sense of direction
Can I make it in time
Always wanting to help
Ignoring “never mind”
The urgency accept
The confidence I can
Scrambling and suffering
Before shit hits the fan
A new order coming
A new order coming
Atlas throwing shot put
The World in a small palm
The twizzle on one foot
Work harder and harder
Billionaires are banking
The stock market rigging
The one percent thanking
Saturday, December 27, 2025
In the moment after
In the moment after
Our voices disappear
The sound dissipates when
An echo is not near
Love heavily threads us
The unconscious heartbeat
The river of spent words
That cannot be repeat
Tuesday, December 23, 2025
In a brief Overwhelm
In a brief Overwhelm
The trees appearing white
As if snow had fallen
On limbs in higher height
The clouds like shore waves then
An ocean of gold grains
Harvested on dark soil
Unfenced and open plains
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