One Hundred Days Of Poetry

This poem is for my wife, on her birthday. It’s also a hint about her present. xxxx I wanted to …
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It’s Cemetery Sunday. So, not to put too fine a point on it, somebody who’s dead. My Uncle Norman lived …
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It’s Stranger Saturday – time for a poem about a random encounter with someone I don’t know. Today, a sonnet …
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Family Friday: my family is as much my queer, aspie, geeky, mentally unstable, angry, leftie tribe as my legal and …
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It’s “thank you” Thursday – which is a name whose tweeness is making me cringe but appreciating people in your …
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It is “where are they now?” Wednesday. Someone from my past whom I still think about. Year seven, “nurture group”, …
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It’s TV Tuesday so today my poem is about someone I’ve seen on TV. I am a human rights activist. …
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I’m at it again. 100 poems in 100 days. This year, about 100 different people. My wife said I should …
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