Note: The lines below were written a couple of weeks ago, but never posted. I thought too much time had passed since the relevant events. I needn’t have worried. New opportunities arose.
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Three Ways of Looking at Things
What if it turns out That the only ones cheating in the 2020 presidential election Were members of the Republican Party?
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Revenge of the Frosty Man
Ralph Walsh, the Colorado Times Recorder's resident poet, on a lost year, lost years, life spans, housekeeping and nude beaches.
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80 Billion Mice in the Burj Khalifa
Ralph Walsh, the Colorado Times Recorder's resident poet, tries on shoes, pushes Kafka off a cliff, and fills a skyscraper with mice.
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Go Ogle: We’ve Entered the Performation Age
Ralph Walsh, the Colorado Times Recorder's resident poet, examines individual originality and agency in a world controlled by technology.
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What if Every Day You Brushed Your Teeth a Little Bit Differently
What if every dayYou brushed your teeth a little bit differentlyDressed, ate, went to work, came home, washedA little differentlyWould you then week by week, year by yearBecome a different person?Fact is, you did
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Too Much Time at Home: Distractions and Diversions for Another Covid Winter
EAEAOEpigrams Axioms Excrescences Aphorisms ObfuscationsLines for the Attentionally ChallengedNeither avowed, disavowed, owned nor disowned by the CTR
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A Neighborhood Built, And Devoured, By Industry
Marktown Indiana is a benighted enclave, an odd oasis of residential life separated from every neighbor, local business, amenity or public building by a desolate industrial moat.