hard to tell if it's something
in the air or in me
when i'm downtown
but there's a churning
buildup of makeworthy
createful strands
/other electricities/
is it that this nexus
pulls from so far
so many directions, spheres
FREE WORLD! ATTEND!
angels of our own authorship
gloria hallelujah
we hang our portraits
and paint our money with ourselves
buildings full of questions
tangled up in the asking
all our fondest hopes and more
relics and keepsakes
and that which we aim for
overhead flights strum the chords
hum with expectancy
tourists and wanderers
protesters healers colorists
soulfilling soup to inhale
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side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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