Mornings are for coffee,
sunshine on wet hair.
spicy mayan medium,
ritual that prepares.
NYT Op-Eds,
India v. Kiwi
blogging gossip
oh email baby : )
Section One
xkcd
Introduction:
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Eleven is for culture,
carol ann duffy.
apricots and peanuts,
ultra modern history.
Cellphone cinderella,
dinner? let you know…
one Loleta arepa,
oh and make that to go.
Noon is for daydreams,
last night in the city,
Mid distance stares,
serenity.
Introduction:
It can be seen…
(Friedman’s an idiot)
Word count: Eighteen
California winter
wretched rainfed sky
falafel by the fire
happy sigh
Evenings are for voices
Old stories, one more time
Meandering conversation
syncopated time
Sweet dreams are made of this
Cardamom, ginger – cups of tea
Witching hour wordplay
Oh lingering phd
I usually can’t appreciate poetry but really enjoyed the fleeting images in this one! May be because I share the last line
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Came here afters-kar pimped this post.. must say, that about described a wonderful idyllic day. agree wit s-kar too, wonderful choice of words. they do put images in the head