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Showing posts with label writing without experience is garbage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing without experience is garbage. Show all posts

Friday, August 21, 2026

the college poet

straight-jacket words on a page

is formulaic diarrhea,

walking blindly inside structure

profits no man, no woman

no poetic rhythm

no poetic reason

collegiate poetry.


A fall by a stream

  a little dart into the woods- doesn't think he can be scene sniffing the Maple seeds falling down like ocean spray gentle on the brown...