the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

Anything.

by saxsquatch

All respect to the man who
calls a quarter tank of gas
a twenty dollar bill
a travel-sized tool box
a length of rope
and an acoustic guitar
‘Being Prepared for Anything’

if i had a dollar for everytime i wished for more sunshine i could buy myself a fake source of full spectrum light and that alone would probably dispel my seasonal affective disorder

by Roger Mugs

like a child in his new tree house
the sun refuses to come out
returning home only to wash its
hands before returning to whence
it came

leaving all those who enjoy its
presence

longing for better days

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