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She did not know to engage in such things would leave everything familiar flailing, everything worthy slapping itself against stucco […]
She did not know to engage in such things would leave everything familiar flailing, everything worthy slapping itself against stucco […]
Every second, you give up a little more, stare at the space between us, mumble one-word answers, refuse your favorite
I don’t know what you think of white, but tonight, I see azalea petals outdoing the dark, and I think,
Iโm in awe of chaos and how easily it erupts, how fragile the audience of everything: one wrong word an
Youโve come to grips with it: no oneโs in the audience. Every day, you hear yourself, reverberating in the mic,
Open your notebook. Log the times you think you failed. Read it to the wind. -Katherine Gotthardt
This is my advice: slice the morning. Make wedges out of hours, minutes where you could be writing poetry. Carve
Crave is a five letter word, same as power. The world knows no peace. -Katherine Gotthardt Praying for peace.
Four more Haiku forms from writing prompts on Twitter. The first three were written with Ukraine in mind. Praying for
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