Tag Archive: NaPoWriMo

Sanity: A Poem (sort of)

It’s a Friday night affair I sit in the dark, listening to the sounds of revelry coming from the second floor As my son joyfully reads with his father. And when I say… Continue reading

Ode to Tempeh

“It smells like feet”, he said thoughtfully. And just as thoughtfully he returned his gaze to his paper. “I never noticed”, she said thoughtfully. And just as thoughtfully she continued to eat. (Photo… Continue reading

The West

I think a lot about the West. Huge trees, all statuesque. Throwing their weight around, making no apologies. Putting the South to shame with their sheer majesty. But the South replies, with spreading… Continue reading

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