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#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 5 : Tricube Poems
3 Tricube Poems
Modus Operandi — #NaPoWriMo Throwback
Clues, alibis, and motives start to
infect everything
How Nice to See You
I wanted to wake up,
but I’m a glutton
for seeing how things
turn out
The Lowly Place
I think of my muses,
my inspirations,
the best ones
who weathered
their own tribulations
The Jam Files #4 — Point of Peril
Somebody’s fingerprints
might leave a message.
Yeah,
this could be
viewed as a
re-visitation
of the glory days
What I Learned From My Mother’s Survival
…Torn apart is an expression
Best kept hidden
Worn by worn down women…
Since We’re Sharing
…you & I remain inside
different body & mental,
physical & spiritual prisons…
Procession
where burning becomes
a state of being, & ashes
are the taste of comfort