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april one.


“the exact day I became a poet was april 1, 1965,

the day I bought my first typewriter.”

-august wilson 


in honor of poetry month.

mine was the day I learned to hold a pencil

and found a scrap of paper to scribble on.




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a poem begins.


 a poem begins with a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong,

a homesickness, a lovesickness.

happy birthday, robert frost – born march 1874



image credit: maurice shapiro – woodland sketch