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Meaning

The Study of Meaning

I rather appreciate,
the people who sat down,
to collect all the words…

J.R. Kovacs April 29, 2021 Postaday, Prose Poems

Read Something

Find something that means nothing,
or nothing that means something,
as long as it holds you…

J.R. Kovacs August 22, 2020 Postaday, Prose Poems

Going Extinct

It’s not the death that scares us,
when we think about going extinct,
because we’re going to do that anyway…

J.R. Kovacs May 31, 2020 Postaday, Prose Poems

Vanity

Until proven otherwise,
this is project is really,
just a sign of vanity…

J.R. Kovacs May 9, 2020 Postaday, Prose Poems

First Place

The strange thing,
about growing up,
is that first place…

J.R. Kovacs April 19, 2020 Postaday, Prose Poems

Word Exercise: Late Night Edition

Didgeridoo sounds like a euphemism.
Euphemism sounds like a condition involving phlegm.

A. Violet October 2, 2017 Postaday
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