Tag: Poetry
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Running in November (a Poem)
Liner Notes: Nature is full of metaphors, and these words are my way of exploring a particularly interesting one that’s resonating with me at the moment. Despite the title, it’s probably clear to see that this isn’t a poem about running, nor is it a poem about our crappy Midwest weather in November. Instead, it’s…
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Sunday Morning (a Poem)
Liner Notes: Somewhere deep in my past, there’s a long trail of really bad poetry with my name attached to it. As an angsty late adolescent, I found poems to be reliable forms of self-expression. There was something about their structured rhythms and rhymes that made me feel safe to explore my feelings regarding faith,…