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.
Thursday, December 8, 2016
The weather outside is raving heat and humid according to forecasts from antiquated Hell. Paused on the couch in forgiving garments I thumb iPhone but fail to nail. The next discussion on my broken record seeps through unsweetened sweat.
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