January 2026

  • Go outside

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    We are all beggars of joy. May I taste this cup? Enough’s enough, one sip of the cupand I’ll have had too much. Are the tastes free? Can the sights see? If two ducks were departedbecause the engine never started,would the sound still sound like rain? A well of ego drives us,perhaps, to be just…

  • Yet

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    Sadnessbesmirches my feet,as if I don’t knowwhere I’m supposed to be. A miscarried dreamor a delusion alive,I don’t quite know howto smile and thrive. Yet.

  • Fearless in spite of fear

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    Scared of another shakeup,even if I could face-up,no make-up. A thousand triesto get it right,a thousand triesto sleep tonight. Came so farto see so far,the rest is hardly here.