EACH DAY A NEW WORD / EACH DAY A NEW PIECE -
ON HIATUS. It has been over five years of writing a daily poem and I needed a bit of a break. I'm not sure what the next step for this project will be. In the meantime, I am reviewing the poems written to compile into a new anthology. Thank you for joining me on this journey and enjoy the poetry.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
portentous
we make our own omens
in sky color crayons
a stranger's child's fridge
finger paint Picassoing
and with as much merit
our minutia portentous
and all fairytale fictitious
as to cling to the hope
that we may divine the
indeterminate destiny
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