The easy-scroll section
on the right side of my track pad
wasn’t working.
I used my finger
and applied more pressure
to try and make it work,
but now it’s not only the track pad
that’s broken.
BJP123: Nine and six filed for divorce, such a tragedy. Thirteen lost her beloved ten, a sailor out at sea. It’s been a year since the cancer took four, and seven just isn’t the same....
Provalone: From the summit of him to the valley of me, I feel the wind that connects us. Oh gentle wind, please blow harder so I can feel you: The only thing I share with him.
rosana sam: Distant thunder from the Alpine summits Thor is in rage tonight and the skies are lit In his wake Aeolus rekindles the fire blowing down trees and roofs just to amuse himself. Portents...
AintNoNinny: i like not knowing what the day will bring because if i knew what was coming my way i would try to control it nothing, in the end, would be any different for all of my forward-looking...
AintNoNinny: T iptoe on the precipice, certain you’ll not slip into Hell R est your weary soul in His, certain He’ll hold it close U proot your shoots, certain they’ll flourish in foreign climes S...
AintNoNinny: Building Love A stick, a stone, some mortar born Of love’s desire, a summer morn A beam of moon, a hungered night A moment’s bliss, a kissed delight Five thousand days, a lifetime’s...
AintNoNinny: Yesterday’s Sundays sunday morning wake ups stretch our possibilities coffee in bed reading spiritual books made nude by our love, worshiping as one body eggs, fruit, homemade...
AintNoNinny: WHISPER IN MY DREAMS I heard your whisper in my dreams last night. It softly beckoned me to come to you. Your breath touched mine in sultry pas de deux. My body quickened, but your...
rosana sam: What good is it to know? Gather all this information Becoming a modern obsession What good is it to know? the difference between saffron and yellow just a question of perception What...
rosana sam: Crystal Clear Bubbling, gurgling, churning no matter how i regard the matter There’s no turning back. Bubbling, gurgling, burning From whatever angle the issue is broached the answer...
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The easy-scroll section
on the right side of my track pad
wasn’t working.
I used my finger
and applied more pressure
to try and make it work,
but now it’s not only the track pad
that’s broken.
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Lock down the lid,
set the dial
Inside are potatoes
standing guard around the beef
against carrots and onions
but they’ll soften
as will the other vegetables
and only the meat will get tougher
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I pace on the floor-
just can’t do it.
Too much burden-
Can’t entertain
the ever patient pressure.
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The poet sits down to write,
the poet begins to think,
under pressure to convert
his heart and thoughts to ink.
Running out of time,
he sacrifices heart,
choosing cleverness and rhyme
over pure and passionate art.
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