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- 07:49 am
New book 5: “These Things Called Dreams: The Poems of Ono no Komachi”
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- 08:37 am
“squint your eyes and look closer / i’m not between you and your ambition”
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- 08:02 am
“For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds: / Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds”
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- 09:59 am
“Even bees, the little almsmen of spring-bowers, / Know there is richest juice in poison-flowers”
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- 08:05 am
“comes a fellow everyone knows / it’s the old dope peddler / spreading joy wherever he goes”
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- 11:22 am
Revised book 1 redux: “One Hundred People, One Poem Each” edited by Fujiwara no Teika
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- 01:10 pm
“break the shackles free / and start living like the brave and the bold / it’s time to be awesome”
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- 08:11 am
“If you come to a fork in the road, pick it up. You might need it later.”
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- 07:48 am
“if time is what you need / baby i’ll stop the clocks”
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- 07:49 am
Short shameful confession
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- 10:02 am
“I see a lily on thy brow / With anguish moist and fever-dew, / And on thy cheeks a fading rose”
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- 09:49 am
“And the breeze, murmuring indivisibly, / Preserved its solemn murmur most distinct”
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Active Entries
- 1: “this city desert makes you feel so cold / it’s got so many people but it’s got no soul”
- 2: “i’mma wade, i’ma wave through the waters / tell the tide ‘don’t move’”
- 3: “seasons change and our love went cold / feed the flame ’cause we can’t let go / run away”
- 4: “love, i don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away”
- 5: “But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.”
- 6: “here is the church here is the steeple / you were looking for saints but you only found people”
- 7: “i’d like to save every day / till eternity passes away / just to spend them with you”
- 8: “and he said to the man running the stand / ‘hey! (pom pom pom) got any grapes?’”
- 9: “i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”
- 10: “Only the querulous cricket grieves, / And shrilling locust weaves / A song of summer dead.”
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