One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Monday, December 5, 2016
The point is not that the good at hiding is the best at forgetting but, rather, that the two have to go back together to forge agreement between the scissors and their own skins.
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