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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.

  • day 21/30

    i hate goodbyes — that is to say, a canyon opens between my ribs, a river nourishing all that creeps, swims, and sways in the gentle breeze of your absence transverses the length of my spine caressing careless boulders to cascade over this lip of time that we do not touch -rjm
    i hate goodbyes —
    that is to say,
    a canyon opens between my ribs,
    a river nourishing all that creeps, swims,
    and sways in the gentle breeze
    of your absence
    transverses the length of my spine
    caressing careless boulders
    to cascade over this lip of time
    that we do not touch

    -rjm

    prompt: the poem i left in your backseat
    theconstantpoet

  • day 20/30

    the waves and the wind the subtle romance of a quiet song playing in your room while miles away, someone moves through life giving you breath -rjm
    the waves and the wind
    the subtle romance of a quiet song playing in your room while miles away, someone moves through life
    giving you breath

    -rjm