how often do we find ourselves in places where we feel dead inside?
the results are weak when each one at the table is like the other
we build the grandest architecture to worship the god of the day
to be creative requires only two tools a thing and your mind
can we clarify what exactly constitutes an emergency
caught in winter’s grip the red button on the post is just teasing me
when the excitement for the season has faded that’s when winter wins
sometimes your statement is of a higher value than the price it cost
it seems odd to me; we buy others’ memories to replace our own
a poem a day that is the project; begun last year on this date
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