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251/365, originally uploaded by d_g_s.

01.19.11
As thread spools released—
closely skimming the surface—
raw scrawls of algae.
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01.20.11
Seeking out a new idea tonight—of course I realize the best ideas find you, not the other way around—but nonetheless I reread old notes from last year. Some satisfaction can be felt—after all I finished eleven strong poems—almost one per month, a solid progression out of the writer's block, that self-imposed cell where I locked away my creativity for ten years.

And then, my first poem for 2011 relates to Brendan's emergence into my life. All seven weeks wrapped in his fat little body. He grows and develops hourly. My little koi-child becomes more human after each nap, after each meal.

No time for walking—
the day dissolves too quickly.
Outside the wind howls.
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01.21.11
The house settles down
into itself—no sounds left—
just your soft breathing.