Given what we could
Be doing with our brief lives
How was this Thursday?
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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This Land
Companion Preface This work appears in four movements, not as revisions of one another, but as different ways of standing on the same ground. The first speaks with grit. The second listens for what still opens. The third braids what was once held apart. The fourth offers a vow—small, human, unfinished. Together, they trace a walk rather than an argument. What changes between them is not the land, but the stance of the one walking it. You may enter at any point. You may linger where something recognizes you. Nothing here asks for agreement— only presence. — Flower InBloom
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Super Bowl LX Recap: A Team Called Hawks
Sixty. The Super Bowl turned 60! Still amazes me that this was the sixtieth Super Bowl played in NFL history. It seems like yesterday that I watched Super Bowl XXVII, the first SB I ever watched. The QB who won Super Bowl XXVII has since called a few SBs, and will call next year's game, but that's another story. Super Bowl LX took place at Levi's Stadium in Santa Clara, California, the home stadium of the San Francisco 49ers. However, it was one of their division foes who represented the NFC, as the Seattle Seahawks faced off against the New England Patriots.
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I guess it was okay. Lol. Loved your Senryu!
Oof. 😂😂 Way to send me into a spiral D.J.!
Fantastic
How dare you insinuate I didn’t have a good Thursday!
Fuck this is the best one yet
Love this picture! Love this senryu!
Much the same as any other. As usual, you prod at the heart of the matter with your poetic philosophising. Deftly done!