Sometimes (all the time) I forget that Tumblr exists. Twitter is simply enough of a waste of time.
A Poet in my Pocket
This is a poem I recently wrote, from which my tumblr’s title comes. I keep a poet in my pocket. He comes out whenever I need resplendent words or timely rhymes. He gives me marvelous motifs and alluring alliteration. Because in this day and age, we could always use more poetry. There is a paltry supply of poetics in politics. There’s nothing romantic about saying “you...
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I’m on Tumblr now. No idea what I’m doing. Lost, like in New York. That was a haiku. But seriously, tumblr is odd. It’s like being lost in NYC but without having the easy-to-figure-out street numbers. And without getting honked at and stared at for wearing a Red Sox hat. I’d say it evens out.