Category: Poetry

4.14.20

Espresso, WiFi, and thoughts, all while writing poetry.

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This week’s featured poem is an excerpt from Scott Felix’s Mediocre Sunflower.

If you submit to your fingers running across the keys, where do they go?

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I’ve learned to embrace wishes, and prayers, and miracles no matter the size.

The Spring conducts its intimate ritual, almost unnoticed by man.

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Regrets drown themselves in moments.

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