30daysofpoetry
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Final Week of 30 Days of Biking (and Poetry) in Washington, D.C.
Over the past month, I engaged in a personal challenge to ride my bike each day, take at least one picture during my ride, and find a poem that somehow encapsulated the day. Poetry has always held a special place for me, but over the years our relationship became distant. I saw it as extra, even… Continue reading
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Week Two of 30 Days of Biking (and Poetry) in Washington, D.C.
Day 8 How it is fickle, leaving one alone to wander the halls of the skull with the fluorescents softly flickering. It rests on the head like a bird nest, woven of twigs and tinsel and awkward as soon as one stops to look. That pile of fallen leaves drifting from the brain to the… Continue reading
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Week One of 30 Days of Biking in Washington, D.C.
Day 1 When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head against a flower I heard you talk. —Robert Frost, The Telephone Continue reading
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