Day 6/30 of the Tupelo 30/30 Project (20170806)

this side of the creek
i dried my socks
and went barefoot…

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Already Day 6, and you may actually be reading this one Day 7. I hope I get better/faster/stronger/6 million dollars worth soon so that I don’t keep you waiting.

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Day 5/30 of the Tupelo 30/30 Project (20170805)

i’ve made a real
frankensteinian mess
here…

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Let’s just pretend that I know what I’m doing over here. Pasting bits and pieces of myself into a grand collage that may or may not be an accurate reflection of my psyche. Of course, I am an unreliable narrator. I can trace my lineage at least as far back Don Quixote. But I’m too laid back to tilt at anything.

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Day 4/30 of the Tupelo 30/30 Project (20170804)

sunshine-muting clouds
roll through the sky like fat cattle…

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Want to read more? You can. My poem rain is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.

The prompt I received for this poem (the words sunshine, lollipop and rainbow) was from Kerfe Roig. You can find her poetry and art at method two madness.

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tombstone (poem 20150514)

the clouds wandered in
while i was eating
distracted by all the carbs
and the waitresses’ uniforms
at the saloon
i managed to make it
across the street in time
to see a single finger of lightning
touch the ground
out beyond the town
thunder rolled into me
like i was made of dried wood
and the drops fell heavy and fat

old silver mining town
more famous for murder
washed for the moment clean