Grasshoppers we are
no pesticides can harm us
seasons to share
national poetry month
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9m ago, it was just a jellyfish.
12m ago, he took her right hand and continued but
21m ago, where, in the end,
28m ago, in the future, trucks could run on poop.
32m ago, an IBM 7094 was the first computer to sing,
“42m ago, all the people that I tagged as friends and
52m ago, you made me feel safe, I never felt like I was alone!”
56m ago, a clutch unchaperoned.
57m ago, with most of the rich kids cowering in the airport…
1h ago, is this a painting?
1h ago, perhaps my perspective will change.
1h ago, die with glory!
With thankful eyes to:
tychogirl
Eyes + Words
Exponential Epigram
Engadget
Jason Weisberger
Frank Solanki
Man of many thoughts
Moly, The Hodge and The Podge or vice versa
Rob Beschizza
mopana, look around!
sarahylockwood, The Critiquing Chemist
TouchArcade
The Plowman Shall Overtake the Reaper Yet Still The Heat Death Of The Universe Don’t Take Kindly to Organic Produce
We only find abdominal bliss
After we sign for the package
Left upon our crooked doorstep
By a maudlin brother grim
Our final results were sown tangentially
Once we spat brown, broken seeds
Into the cracked and wicked soil
That sat long waiting for revenge
In our distant, spacious futures
Most make love to ghostly figures
Instead, I peer toward between spaces
And sharply whisper your bright name
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Shigeji Fujioka Smiles, Nods, and Takes a Bow
Surprised by all this,
like a shrimp from the teppan
tossed into my nose.
Haiku for those distracted, hurried, or otherwise otherwise
Sometimes I forget
to kiss you before sleeping.
Those nights I regret.
Weapons Singularly Ill-Designed For Their Purpose
I am no damned good at golf
You are just the watcher
Me, incapable of swinging a club
You are the only thing that can decide
You are a spent power
You are just a cell dividing toward a better beginning
You are the chiseled, sober night
You are just a disparate figure on skeptical ground
You are a widening weary whirl washing windows while you weep
And I promise you so hard,
So true, so real so you never forget:
I am no damned good at golf
This weekend: 2017 Kansas City Poetry Throwdown
It’s on again this year.
Come out. 3 days. 40+ poets. Madness.
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My late mother holding my older sister and Aunt Rachel withccousin Adam.
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First grade or so. Killin it obv
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But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Even Gloves Don’t Help
Too often I dream
of disembodied white teeth
biting fingertips
Jason Preu 
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