Memory Is A Ship In A Bottle
the bottle breaks
jeffrey paggi's 2009 NaPoWriMo
table of contents
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2009
(20)
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April
(19)
The wax, sappy, drips down trunks, from outside ca...
Amen
We Mean You No Harm
It was the scent of gasoline mixed with fresh cut ...
The black and white picture of a tiger clipped fro...
One. I hate when you drink without me. The ice cu...
A Heterochromatic Minnaloushe
Meeting New People
dream dangerously
When Caring Becomes Controlling
First Time: etherised upon a table. It probably w...
Everything Is Shared
The hard lines that separate my face from the res...
My soul sinks slowly down this river valley, from ...
Fear of Death Poem #3
Fire is My Favorite Number
How To Save Money
the music of dirty magnolia trees in april
Spelunker Becoming Machine
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May
(1)
didn't make it.
Friday, May 1, 2009
didn't make it.
Another one bites the dust. I did make my middle school students write copious amounts of verse.
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