A blog that covers the intricacies of poetry writing, publishing, editing, and the challenges of being an intermediate poet. Thursday, April 2, 2015. Napowrimo Day 1 and 2. Poem Day 1, Napowrimo,. I never ran around with scissors,. Daring a wound to my head. I was afraid to even use them. I never placed my tongue. On a hot meal, steaming. Smoke from the fragile plate. I never crossed the pike, even. When the little white man appeared. A car could suddenly swipe me. I never stopped breathing,.

On a beau crier de toutes ses forces,. Des mois sont passés depuis la dernière fois . Un rêve ou nous pourrions choisir.

Creating a meal for someone special is not only defined by the recipe you choose or the ingredients you select, but also the time you put in to preparing that meal. Oh ya, le boyfriend loved it too ;D. Adapted from New Vegetarian Cuisine.

Allow me to go! My father so ill. His wage at the mill. By hook or by crook. In this heavy smog! I continue my toil. For I know the Almighty. Shall empower me mighty! One day I know. Until then, let me lift.

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