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Wired Fence
I really thought I could do it.
They made it look so easy.
The 5'10" giant with the blue soccer jersey
The 5'8" goalie with the strong jump.
Me. Their short horizontally fast striker. Bench warmer. Which ever. -
Boop. A Tiny Writes Conversation.
Man I love Tiny Writes. A place you can stop by, chat about a variety of topics, answer deep questions and share thoughts. It was great to hear the intriguing spirited conversation in answer to "boop."
boop
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Future Dictations from Dr Ikco #90
Prompt: You get a letter from someone who claims to be you from a different dimension. What does it say? -
Numbered Haiku
Feeling like a cute tired pigeon
Resting in a fruit bowl.
Kinda vibing
It be fun.
Not to fly; but sleep
Feel like a cucumber-
Cool.
Shmerrrp.
Pigeon eat cucumber. Strange dreams.
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Jelly and Marshmellows
At 1:23 each week exactly
Robinson Moroson Georgous Mcclackly
Strides to the store to buy a few things,
And when he leaves the bag he swings
Roninson’s beard is salt peper gray
His eyes are a brown and and blue. -
Silver Rings
I'm wide awake with little pride
I'd rather be asleep.
an yet the voices in my head
for hours had to peep.
They told me stories so intruiging
doubts from in my heart,
they whispered reassuring words
Loves
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Roses
It ended with roses.
I process the funeral in snatches.
Glimpses, even.
I see my family spilling out into the cemetery
Long-lost cousins twice-removed,
Great granduncles,
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Where I’m From
I am from coffee beans,
from bitter brews and cracked porcelain mugs.
I am from the steamed soy eggs,
the scent that clings to mornings
like an old, Chinese dwelling.
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Snapple
There’s a Snapple on the general store roof.
There’s been one there for quite a while. About three years.
Must be nasty by now.
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Childhood
I remember when a phone wasn't important to me
When all I wanted to do was play outside in the grass
Watch as the clouds wisped by in the sky
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My Father's Wooden Bracelet
She’s picking me up
a waterfall rushing down her cheeks
covering me
as my beads absorb
the ocean in her palm
She’s a familiar face
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November Fifth
No one can predict
Our country's future
Various people watching and waiting
Eager and scared for the outcome