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Kinisi 126

October 9, 2022August 27, 2022 ~ Jnana Hodson ~ Leave a comment

Why Egyptian?

Kinisi 125

October 2, 2022August 26, 2022 ~ Jnana Hodson ~ Leave a comment

Holy Moses
Exposes
Roses
Noses
Poses
Hoses
Reposes
Dozes

Kansas City conundrum

September 30, 2022September 6, 2022 ~ Jnana Hodson ~ Leave a comment

Why is it the best part of the state of Kansas is in Missouri?

As I learned in researching some scenes in my novel Daffodil Uprising, the city itself has some deep culture in its bones, as well as the Wild West.

Kinisi 124

September 25, 2022August 26, 2022 ~ Jnana Hodson ~ Leave a comment

my truest feelings keep disappearing

one-two-three, poof!

at odds with any action / reaction /

correction

A repeated sensation of despair

September 19, 2022September 6, 2022 ~ Jnana Hodson ~ Leave a comment

Feel like I’m drowning in paper.

Even when it’s all digital.

Drafts and correspondence, especially.

Kinisi 123

September 18, 2022August 26, 2022 ~ Jnana Hodson ~ 1 Comment

she sent her love
while screwing another
firsthand story of real life
his or hers

Kinisi 122

September 11, 2022July 8, 2022 ~ Jnana Hodson ~ Leave a comment

brown grocery-bag tea-bags

of feathers and shells

none of it in High Plains regalia

Kinisi 121

September 4, 2022July 8, 2022 ~ Jnana Hodson ~ Leave a comment

Little did anyone know

the saint sprouting horns

had a Virgin M dildo

as her ballet partner

Kinisi 120

August 28, 2022July 8, 2022 ~ Jnana Hodson ~ Leave a comment

flying away on that Huffy bicycle

up the elm

to the top of the mountain

so far from any Ohio

up the career ladder

with the flesh remaining

a foreign shore

tell no one

your land was a body of secrets

Kinisi 119

August 21, 2022June 22, 2022 ~ Jnana Hodson ~ Leave a comment

the largely absent father

even when he was there

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