there was a trick
when i was a kid
a needle in the bottom
of an egg and you could
break the yolk
and blow out the contents
left with an empty shell
i wonder who held the needle
and how long did it take
to evacuate my yolk
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
there was a trick
when i was a kid
a needle in the bottom
of an egg and you could
break the yolk
and blow out the contents
left with an empty shell
i wonder who held the needle
and how long did it take
to evacuate my yolk
Go to the home page and check out the sticky post. It’s not too late to add your voice this month!
Also, I should do another reading. But which poem?
Let me know in the comments.
So weird.
I was just doing some random searching through my site and happened to look at the archive.
I have had this blog for ten years, but did nothing significant with it until last year.
In fact, the first poem I wrote for this blog is dated 20141122, one year ago today.
That’s an odd sense of nostalgia for me. Here’s how things break down, post wise.
Almost four hundred poem, and I haven’t posted yet today. I’m pretty sure most of them aren’t very good. But every now and then, one sneaks in.
Thanks to everyone who comes by to read these, and thanks to everyone who inspires me to be a better writer, poet, and human being.