a secret closed
in a swamp
smeared
off the map
never to return
mistakes survived
hurricanes
began to die
still true

Erasure poem created from the essay “Don’t Bleed on the Artwork: Notes from the Afterlife” by Wendy Brennen in Oxford American, Spring 2024.
I took a few days break from reading and writing NaPoWriMo and I’m not sure how many days I’ve written. Hope to catch up with all y’all’s poems!
My “Something Small, Every Day (or so)” series is inspired by Austin Kleon’s piece here where he says, “Building a body of work (or a life) is all about the slow accumulation of a day’s worth of effort over time.”
Feature photo by me.


Nicely done, Charlotte.
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Thank you!
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There’s a lot to be said about mistakes. (K)
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Yep. They can die but they never actually go away.
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Exactly.
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