The year was 1969. I was ten
And carried a spiral notebook everywhere I went,
from the corner store to the diamond,
The whack of the bat, the way it connected
With the ball was my background, crackling,
Punctuation noise. … more »
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Frances du
I just need a minute to gather my thoughts,
re-articulate who I am in the dating game:
Ambitious. A lover of rap and food.
Fancy but not pretentious.
Still down to earth. Yes, I love hiking!
I’ve learned to sell … more »
We take the scenic route.
Heading up North the land dotted with wildlife,
farms the size of stadiums, one that sells only eggs,
the other, wild blueberries. Rocks ahead break out from their shells,
forming fissures, jagged lines you want … more »