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2020 sucks for us all. Remember the Australian Wildfires? We don't even talk about that anymore. 2020 has sucked for me. Last week I was looking for some blank journals for my kid to sketch in (she's a drawing machine) from one of the many bins in the basement. She gave me back a plain black one a couple days later, saying it had writing in it already. It contained some poetry, mostly haiku, that I used to obsessively compose during my downtime when I still was creative. I often find piles of club flyers or newspaper pages or pocket notepads full of scrawled doggerel. I fancied doing a zine of it, even. Anyway, here are some examples. Please contribute. Let your freak flag fly, be formal or spontaneous, serious or humorous, no judgments (just like therapy)... -------------------------------------------- The greatest moment / of impact: one inch before / the leg drop connects. -------------------------------------------- The mantle of bleached / blonde tresses is a crown of / genius carny thorns. -------------------------------------------- Los Gringos Locos: / real heat that would burn up / an indy worker. ---------------------------------------------- A stiff chair shot to / the skull - sure beats working ar / Walmart 'til you die. ---------------------------------------------- Black Bart chose to buy / a new duster instead of / resoling his boots. ----------------------------------------------- circa 2005, RAF