nekbone69
Oct 23, 20186 min read
My Pineapple Roommate
The only scent a rose may come to envy is a pineapple on the vine in the east facing window of a 3rd floor apartment. Confident and...
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nekbone69
Oct 15, 20181 min read
If You See Something, Say Something
The good folks at The Maynard just published a poem that emerged from a writers workshop I found myself in this year. It’s a form of...
nekbone69
Oct 15, 20181 min read
If You See Something, Say Something
The good folks at The Maynard just published a poem that emerged from a writers workshop I found myself in this year. It’s a form of...
nekbone69
Oct 15, 20181 min read
If You See Something, Say Something
The good folks at The Maynard just published a poem that emerged from a writers workshop I found myself in this year. It’s a form of...
nekbone69
Oct 15, 20181 min read
If You See Something, Say Something
The good folks at The Maynard just published a poem that emerged from a writers workshop I found myself in this year. It’s a form of...
nekbone69
Oct 15, 20181 min read
If You See Something, Say Something
The good folks at The Maynard just published a poem that emerged from a writers workshop I found myself in this year. It’s a form of...
nekbone69
Oct 15, 20181 min read
If You See Something, Say Something
The good folks at The Maynard just published a poem that emerged from a writers workshop I found myself in this year. It’s a form of...
nekbone69
Oct 15, 20181 min read
If You See Something, Say Something
The good folks at The Maynard just published a poem that emerged from a writers workshop I found myself in this year. It’s a form of...
nekbone69
Oct 15, 20181 min read
If You See Something, Say Something
The good folks at The Maynard just published a poem that emerged from a writers workshop I found myself in this year. It’s a form of some kind, where I write one stanza then attempt to rewrite/reconstruct it until I find a good place to stop.
nekbone69
Oct 15, 20181 min read
If You See Something, Say Something
The good folks at The Maynard just published a poem that emerged from a writers workshop I found myself in this year. It’s a form of some kind, where I write one stanza then attempt to rewrite/reconstruct it until I find a good place to stop.
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