During this year's lunar eclipse Maggie Devers I misplaced my shot glassAnd over-poured my negronisOr what's it called with port instead of vermouth?It doesn't really matter.
We floated on togetherI booked tickets for DisneylandAnd wrote stories that confused meThe next morningIt doesn't really matter.
Except I woke up thirstyMe, perpetually thirstySoaking up the waterAnd drowning myself in ginWherever you go, there you areSo they say.
So here I amPulled by the moonLike the ocean's tidesFeeling out of controlIn these rhythms of my life.

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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only

Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice.

We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.

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