this poem is stuck in my
craw
denying its
existence in
knotted threads I
unravel and pull then
sputter and
spit nonsensical
bile scattered
phrases that
refuse to
connect
there are no dots
~bw
undercaws
this poem is stuck in my
craw
denying its
existence in
knotted threads I
unravel and pull then
sputter and
spit nonsensical
bile scattered
phrases that
refuse to
connect
there are no dots
~bw
Adventures in Poetry and Writing
brenda warren
Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
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poetry by nicolas ryan brown.
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Waiting on Words
A Feminist Literary Collective (& outlaw poets swearing)
"What a strange bundle of consistent inconsistencies we all are." Mary Ronan
The weather and the light are just different out here...and sometimes you have to find the words for things.
My poetry is my religion.
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a weekly flash fiction prompt inspired by google maps
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spiritual enlightenment and self improvement
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undercaws 
Very clever poem, Brenda! And I love the title! ❤️
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