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.
Thursday, October 25, 2018
fugacious
smog does not
burn off like morning mist
but clings and chokes
our throats and bleeds
our lungs like smoke
such was our fugacious hope
that this obfuscating brume
in democracy's sunshine
would melt away
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