Love is a donkey

Oh hey you’ve found James Evans Remick II. Poet, playwright and whiskey drinker in Cleveland Hts.

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heart or last week in poem titles

it has been a real struggle bus lately. there has been poetry but mentally i have just been hanging on. maybe? anyway i am trying. maybe we can try together?

poem titles from last week:

* fill your heart with the faces of all those you ever loved

* rocket to mars

* a carnival barker

* what do we recognize when we see our own faces?

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Van Gogh Forgetting to Breathe While Furiously Painting Trees

An unfinished poem. Ready to grow, we’ll see where it goes:

[Van Gogh Forgetting to Breathe While Furiously Painting Trees]

Unable to express their fears

they burst at the seams.

So he paints them bright

without mouths

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last week in poem titles

to put silver on silver wings

car crash heart

in bronze

if I could dream

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last week in poem titles

last week amirite? it was a struggle. there was only one poem with a title. here is what it was and what was written:

to dream of botticelli

a morning

mourning

just another

brush stroke. alone

a star

painted in an eye

forgotten

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we charged our crystals under a full moon

[we charged our crystals under a full moon]

you said the energy

would be different tonite

as we placed them

side by side

i wanted to feel it

in my bones

the way i remember

the first time you touched me

all those years ago

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last week in poem titles

* speckled hen

* japanese gin

* when i close my eyes

* silver

[flowerytale]

Natalie Díaz, from “American Arithmetic”, Postcolonial Love Poem (2020)

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this is just OOF.

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last week in poem titles

the last week of Feb was pretty productive.

to sing sinatra in an empty museum

she didn’t like roses

at night the air is thinner

treasure box

my therapist tells me i should talk to my dead father

greek chorus

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work in progress wednesday

[Love and the Weight of Time]

[Love and the Weight of Time]

We counted the stars until the night fell again

The numbers would not match up

We slept till noon a blanket of arms

Dreams just out of reach

We did not bother with the days our hearts busy with memories

And another moon always at the ready

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last week in poem titles

It was a very strange week. Not bad but still somehow off creative-wise. I started a bunch of poems but only 2 of them have titles.

Not having titles to start with isn't the norm for me. Here they are:

GreenTea The heart as a liminal space

[thoughtkick]

“We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.”

— Unknown

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oof. ain't this the truth.

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pink paper

[pink paper]

we sat in her room.

she cross-legged on the floor,

me on her desk.

her back to me she eyed me

through the mirror.

she practiced arching her back &

i wrote the words to songs

i’d never sing. every night

we made paper airplane

after paper airplane.

and never tossed them.

the air was dead.

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Love Poems

[Love Poem #1]

Love can be: 

[Love Poem #2]

When you finally break the surface There can be no surrender.

[Love Poem # 3]

Two boxers pummeling one another. They don't remember why.

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You forgot your login

We made up spells to cast

They say the eyes are the window to the soul

7pm coffee

Another word for hope

I liked the way she wrote notes on her hand

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7 P.M. Coffee

Work in progress Wednesday.

7 P.M. Coffee

The night sky a plum.

I say to the room.

Our bed. My cup. The t.v.

Shoes squeak gentle rebukes.

A blackberry I corrected myself.

Alone. Surrounded by the plants

I keep asking you the names of.

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Last week in poem titles

She told me her hair reacts to blacklight

Shell vessel

The sun in February

Reading up on black holes

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last week in poem titles

Another rough week at work. Not much in terms of finished poems. We’ll see what this week brings.

putting flowers in a broken vase

January 25th (a haiku)

blood sport

making lists

the giant snowman 3 blocks down