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#NPM22 The Intimacy of Cutting the Grass & The Intimacy of Writing Poems About Intimacy – Poetry Month Completion

The Intimacy of Cutting the Grass Lines of poetryLines of cut lawnLines of emailsLines of things I should have saidLines of things I said… One missed chunk of dog poopAvoid it, then oops (Gross) Vibrating arms legs bonesThinking of exercise (Does this count?)Thinking of the dirt beside the toilet (Clean that next)Looking at the other… Continue reading #NPM22 The Intimacy of Cutting the Grass & The Intimacy of Writing Poems About Intimacy – Poetry Month Completion

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#NPM22 -The Intimacy of Dreams & The Intimacy of Lists

The Intimacy of DreamsAfter Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘Dreams’ Ah! DreamsThe thriving joys thatburst through seams The jelly hearts thatcurrent streamsThe fairy wings thatcarry beamsOf sun’s pure light &all that gleams Ah! DreamsFears untethered on displayTo bask in peace – to play! To play!To hold in smiles come what mayAh! Dreams, so real – Today! Today!… Continue reading #NPM22 -The Intimacy of Dreams & The Intimacy of Lists

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#NPM22 -The Intimacy of What is Pushing Me Forward

The Intimacy of What Is Pushing Me Forward looking back – the twist in the neck –the click in the spine–my shadows sticking out their tongues –stringy fears with a fear of scissors spl---itsecond shift faceuntwistface forward – pain in my palm, red wetnessscissorsshhh_a_r_p *Prompt from the League of Canadian Poets - Write about what… Continue reading #NPM22 -The Intimacy of What is Pushing Me Forward

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#NPM22 – The Intimacy of My First Live Poetry Reading In Two Years & The Intimacy of Picnics

The Intimacy of My First Live Poetry Reading in Two Years electric yowzawild heart bangingthroat drummingthe words the words parading off the pageinto the air – marchingon shoulders, dancing oncheeks, the eyes hotwith emotionthe words the words rooting out of my bodyanchoring me homein that room, making roomfor language to zingthe words the words purpose… Continue reading #NPM22 – The Intimacy of My First Live Poetry Reading In Two Years & The Intimacy of Picnics