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Short Poem of the Day 📝 Impasse I could tell you If I wanted to, What makes me What I am. But I don't Really want to— And you don't Give a damn. —Langston Hughes

Short Poem of the Day 📝 December (Eschaton) At the last day the students leave the gates and exit into Summer. They ramble out in packs, together, but wander from each other; Drift off on roads alone looking for home. Matthew Arkapaw

✝️🍁🇺🇸☘️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧 Tis the 'Winter Solstice', a time of 'Reflection' during the darkest & longest night of the year. One kind word can warm 3 winter months. - Japanese Proverb 'Winter Sunrise' - Painting by Lawren Harris 1918 https://t.co/Vufoij1UtU

Short Poem of the Day 📝 December (Eschaton) At the last day the students leave the gates and exit into Summer. They ramble out in packs, together, but wander from each other; Drift off on roads alone looking for home. Matthew Arkapaw

Short Poem of the Day 📝 Conceit In an empty field I found a metaphor. It was dying, no longer connected to its roots. Recognising it from my childhood, against my better judgment, I tried to revive it. Cameron Fuller

Short Poem of the Day 📝 Conceit In an empty field I found a metaphor. It was dying, no longer connected to its roots. Recognising it from my childhood, against my better judgment, I tried to revive it. Cameron Fuller

Short Poem of the Day 📝 Impasse I could tell you If I wanted to, What makes me What I am. But I don't Really want to— And you don't Give a damn. —Langston Hughes

Short Poem of the Day 📝 December (Eschaton) At the last day the students leave the gates and exit into Summer. They ramble out in packs, together, but wander from each other; Drift off on roads alone looking for home. Matthew Arkapaw

✝️🍁🇺🇸☘️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧 Tis the 'Winter Solstice', a time of 'Reflection' during the darkest & longest night of the year. One kind word can warm 3 winter months. - Japanese Proverb 'Winter Sunrise' - Painting by Lawren Harris 1918 https://t.co/Vufoij1UtU

Short Poem of the Day 📝 December (Eschaton) At the last day the students leave the gates and exit into Summer. They ramble out in packs, together, but wander from each other; Drift off on roads alone looking for home. Matthew Arkapaw

Short Poem of the Day 📝 Conceit In an empty field I found a metaphor. It was dying, no longer connected to its roots. Recognising it from my childhood, against my better judgment, I tried to revive it. Cameron Fuller

Short Poem of the Day 📝 Conceit In an empty field I found a metaphor. It was dying, no longer connected to its roots. Recognising it from my childhood, against my better judgment, I tried to revive it. Cameron Fuller

Short Poem of the Day 📝 Letter (II) The answering machine holds the ghost of you. Your half-choked breathing. The words you couldn't say. The ground is fire-ground. The bed, too vast to cross. (I cannot play Leander any longer) Kate Middleton

Short Poem of the Day 📝 Prelude for the Damned He is like a man who has lost a sense of himself driven by moment-hunger thud of blood twist of bone he cannot see the future or remember what has gone. D. C. Hastie

Short Poem of the Day 📝 Arrow of Time an old man draped in orange basks his hour of sun family long gone a son forgotten a life impounded for what now is common M.C. Paulson

Short Poem of the Day 📝 Arrow of Time an old man draped in orange basks his hour of sun family long gone a son forgotten a life impounded for what now is common M.C. Paulson