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Fat Sack - Aug. 24, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Aug 23, 2025
  • 1 min read

every poet I know

stores extra words

in their stomach

 

sitting down so much

it’s the logical place

for them to go

 

I know inspiration

enters through

the heart and brain

 

but if a poem doesn’t

use it all, we don’t like

to throw the rest away

 

there’s famine in poetry,

too, and a fat sack of

nouns and verbs

 

has kept me alive

 
 
 

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