January Manual
–—This is the morning where the charge didn’t hold, where sleep failed quietly, and the day begins already negotiating limits. You wake…
Dad Jokes
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January Manual
–—This is the day the month settles into its true posture; stripped of mood and stripped of narrative. What remains is usefulness.…
Dad Jokes
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January Manual
–—By now, the illusion of control has thawed and refrozen into something sturdier. This is the day you stop pretending you’re steering…
January Manual
–—By now the body has caught up to the calendar. The fatigue isn’t dramatic; it’s mechanical. This poem is about residual weight…
January Manual
–—January begins without spectacle. Just light, habit, and the quiet agreement to continue. The morning arrives intact,no smoke, no echo, no debrisfrom…
Dad Jokes
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The Quiet Season
–– The closing cup. Not a celebration, not a reckoning, just a clean ending. A moment held long enough to notice it…
The Quiet Season
–—The penultimate day. Not reflective yet, not anticipatory either. Just a quiet conversation with what’s coming, held over a cooling cup. You…
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