Roach
poem that smells good
Puff Puff Pass Puff Puff Pass Puff Puff Puff “Hey!” Sorry Pass Puff *light* Puff Pass “Nah.” Pass Puff *cough* Pass Pass Puff Puff Puff Puff *cough* Puff.
1art by Pragna Gaddamedi (@prgs.jpeg)
Poetry Tip of the Day!
It’s been a little while since the last post, and I thought being late was bad. Instead, I’ve missed three scheduled posts. For all of you out there who are reading, thanks for being patient. Hopefully, this one is worth the wait.
This poem is about a ritual many of us have done more than a few times. As with any ritual, there are rules to be followed. Sometimes we get caught up in the moment. We forget the rules. Forgetting the rules is almost as much a part of the ritual as the rules themselves, and as with all traditions, everyone does them just a little differently. In the circle, a lot is said without saying much at all. Verbs speak louder than words. If you know the ritual, hopefully the poem smells like it right now too.
I’m going to start posting weekly instead of biweekly in an effort to maintain the quality of writing and give myself time to come up with better content. Finding time to write and working is a balance I still haven’t figured out. I always find my way back though.
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