Game, come play!

Neema — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 10:27:29 +0000

I used to have a friend with whom I used to write poems; well, ok, I continue to have a friend, conversations with whom the stuff of poems would emerge. it would go like this:

Dear J, (the real initial of his first name)

I was thinking about what you said the other day, (likely about Bush, or Blackness or the problem with labels) and I thought [edit]. *sigh* In other news, it’s really cold over here where I am (6 months out of 12, this was true – skip to the end: the blessing, or invocation)

Jacaranda petals, unsoiled.” (usually people say, “Peace,” or something like that at this juncture.)

- N

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And then I would go away and make a poem about jacaranda petals, unsoiled.

To play, write me a note, and end with your invocation, and we’ll both go and make a poem about it, and both post here.

I think I’m fairly cool and nerdy at the same time. si ndio?

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Game, come play!