Month: July 2022
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Dancing with Britney Alone

If I were ever to tell a story at a Moth Story Night, this is the story I’d tell right now.
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Oedipus, or They Who Dared
A poem from a while back, a spontaneous production inspired by a song one of my friends was writing and had just sung for us.
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Enigmatic Energies

A much earlier call to the Muses, but before I’d learned I could call that force ‘the Muses.’
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The mystery isn’t whether Biden is popular; the mystery is why anyone thinks he would be.

This poor guy wanted to be president for over 30 years, gets it, and then becomes one of the least popular presidents in recent history–to no real surprise at all.
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His eyes, amber grey and green/in the light of the sun
One of the very few love poems I’ve written about a man I was with at the time.
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This nervy tree just tried to brain me!

A Black Walnut tree tries to bludgeon me *to death*(!), though I thwarted the dastardly deed at the last moment. Gripping suspense! Also, Horace’s run-in with a tree.
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Music Only I’ve Heard

Melodies in my head I can’t get rid of with lyrics to a song I’ll never sing, plus a playlist of actually good music.


