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third person #4 4/03/26 uncurable, the memory will stay with me. snow cannot blanket the so-called truth, tulips will not hide the plagues from my nightmare sequences. diseased and bedridden, ...

total remorse of the sun #3 4/02/26 when i am feverish all my tears fall down my face burning hot and with a vengance, with a hatred for the mothers ...

spring interlude (springterlude) i #2 4/02/26 the clouds still remember the faces of the flowers that poke through the grass. they try so hard to emerge from the womb, and ...

last ditch effort #1 4/01/26 like the brief respite of false spring before the second winter, there is a heaviness in my heart as i take in the last, fleeting ...

my leg will not stop shaking i think it wants to be the king (which sounds like shaking) or maybe shakira (which also sounds like shaking) i am great poet ...

they say that the worst kind of grief is the kind that consumes you, but i have always wanted to be eaten & disappeared. an anything dump (2026) comments are ...

LOVE LOVE LOVE !!

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precautions to avoid being drafted #00 3/21/26 i am a son raised by women– a mother’s “sacrifice” is something i will never know because for being a boy in touch ...

dilapidation (slack-jawed & inescapable) #0 3/16/26 link to published version these chains that bind us will one day rust, and i will finally scour my paws clean of this detritus ...

i'm not sure if it was added, but last year during NaPo, i wrote 182 poems! (after recounting)-- the most poems written so far during a NaPo! my 2025 thread:

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chained to the electric fence, i keel over on the grass, choking on the stale air. straight to the gut. ~~ herb twenty-six napo ~~ napo two thousand twenty-four: melancholia ...

i would love to sign up >.>

@Leya, @Avian, @LuminescentAnt, @theromanticchemist, @Ranger, @JazzicusMaximus, sorry for disappearing! i was in iceland for about a week, and thusly could not... work with you all. i probably should'