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.
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
A bleeding screen soils a podium: an abstract to the point of no return. Ovations. Following morning, the press will be all over it. The respectful public will know what to expect to the point of full predictability. Success!!!
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