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.
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Time drops into the kitchen sink and hits the pool of grease and soap on the bottom of spaghetti pot: the faucet relieves suspense: the moment is relived time after time.
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