There is no flame that burns as hot as one set by Betrayal.
Burning it Down
Just like that, my high hopes went up in smoke. Along with my trust.
I had never suspected that someone within my faith would be the one to introduce me to the consuming fires of betrayal.
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Year in Review
I’m moving to a new site.
https://wherelifeisreal.wordpress.com/2015/12/17/year-in-review/
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Song
I am stuff’d with the stuff that is coarse and stuff’d with the stuff that is fine
and I’m looking for you ahead of me, searching for bootprints in the grass–
16
The Economy of Poetry
im starting to feel like cummings!
with ran(dom) . & ,
taking up space in these lines
The $ of poetry
(^also known as the economy* of poetry)
is the stuff of word accountants
who tally up #s and %es
and formul8 !something! like this
and call it art.
*not a universally recognized economic system
by jb white
based on this prompt:
write a poem including the following symbols:
! $ &* ( ) . ,
bonus– include @ # % ^ < /