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 mindless industry of forging words will coin believes. The
cautionary tale for functional adulthood will not unchain the horse.
Unfollow waves with little less than curse from closed lips and a
distant chorus from dunes will sand the sound.
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