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anti-virus.
A lot changed for me that day. My first peek at a perfect “ten” stuffed in the folds of my bed, a Gideon Bible it was not. Mom was home from the nine-to- “sometime” and frantically affixing favo...
8:46 in the morning.
It was basic chemistry, really. I was sitting in class, meekly going over Dr. Hale’s (“it’s Hale getting an A in this class”) notes on ionic bonds and the chemistry between sodium and chlorine fo...
delectable sundrops.
I could chew the sweat off the nape of your neck, a place I lingered far, far too long. I kept a reservation on standby there, daring for another taste of your salt, your cure, your lust. I alway...
red sky, morning.
Goddamn you, florescence. Basting my eyes with such artificial glaze. I knew better than to answer the sirens shrilling, shilling some breathless lies of a new dawn, a new fawn to fawn over ...
Book Description
110 poems following Dr. Tom Hunley’s “The Poetry Gymnasium” outline.
I’ll add descriptions for each poem as the project progresses.
1) red sky, morning. (An aubade, a poem about morning and the mourning of a delightful evening.)
2) delectable sundrops. (A blazon, a poem about idolizing a lover’s particular body parts, generally using hyperbole or metaphors)
3) 8:46 in the morning. (A braided narrative, a poem/free write that combines personal experiences with grand events)
