Pig and farm report

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by Kevin Peterson

this national write a poem every day month has put me through the wringer emotionally mentally but I got 18 strong poems that I love I shook the worm can down to its dull aluminum bottom I tended the garden I danced I baked I hiked up and up then up further into the forest than I've gone since moving here I walked the beach at low tide I read all in all not bad one more to go and still I fell short two poems since I have one in my head for today it was an exercise in remembering for me an exercise in practicing the art of allowing myself to write crap an exercise in immediacy in art most importantly I remembered that I am a poet a writer something I had begun to doubt I quit FaceBook I jumped head first onto Twitter which is almost starting to feel like home to me all of this is good but this morning my brain is shut off it took me an hour to wake and I have still not fully come into the day it is the last of April it is raining and so I leave you with yesterday's potato selfie which is the most boring thing ever but to me they are beautiful to me they are spectacular such lush emeralds and it's still too cold to plant any of the vegetable starts I have tenderly grown and covered in the shed that houses my chainsaw shovels etc I think yes I think I just put myself to sleep goodnight Darklings