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Charleston gratitude and overdue update
I've been good about keeping things updated over on my website, but not as successful in updating this dear old blog. Many apologi...
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I've been good about keeping things updated over on my website, but not as successful in updating this dear old blog. Many apologi... -
Are there certain things that you will never do in a poem, either intentionally or unintentionally? Are there things that you won't wri... -
I don't think I'm alone in saying that poets are often the most in love with their current work. At least that's the case w...
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Now I'm craving Ho-Hos. In bulk.
The outlet of wonder is OPEN. Despite the bridge construction. You can get a whole truckload.
There's a wonder outlet in Minneapolis too. Or anyway there was at one time, not sure if it's still there.
During the late '60's and early '70's many of us ate wonder bread, but we might be talking about something a little different in this case. (The outlet of wonder is just down the road from the doors of perception, across the street from the crack in the cosmic egg...)
Word verification is "regrat". Not me though -- I have no regrats.
So glad there isn't one of these near me. I love those damn cupcakes.
Update: One box of Ho-Hos down my pie-hole.
It's a store with a significant devotion to pastries, alone. So how is it that, having no plans to eat pastries, I will leave that store with three plastic bags brimming with food?
There's a Wonder/Hostess outlet about three blocks from my house.
Word verification: bewaver
Dark nights washed by distant rippling trees
and alien winds covering your eyelids, purifying
like everything, move on with splendid ease
leaving us a message: life will never cease
its sleepy course in vain
in order to attain
rebirth, since Death is not and Life is dying.
The heat around Time's corner waves a scent
for creedence revival of some virtual vampire
as deep inside. A force considered spent
returns from utter non-existence that was meant
to keep us out of breath -
Is Life both Life and Death?
Riddle of the Night! The Day be hot and dire.
My Poetry Blog
http://singleswingle.blogspot.com/
- Peter Ingestad, Sweden
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