Xenophobia.
I suffer this fear of all,
alone in my world.
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- Day 26: Z is for Zaire
- Day 25: Y is for Yet
- Day 24: X is for Xenophobia
- Day 23: V is for Vulture
- Day 22: W is for Woken
- Day 21: U is for Urge
- Day 20: T is for Teepee
- Day 19: S is for Silver
- Day 18: R is for Restore
- Day 17: Q is for Quaint
- Day 16: P is for Prescribe
- Day 15: O is for Over
- Day 14: N is for Northern Ireland
- Day 13: M is for Macaroni
- Day 12: L is for Lively
- Day 11: K is for Knickknack
- Day 10: J is for Jamaica
- Day 9: I is for Inflation
- Day 8: H is for Habit
- Day 7: G is for Ground
- Day 6: F is for Felt
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About Me
- Poem of the Week - Lisa Vihos
- I live overlooking Lake Michigan, and sit at my dining room table writing poems as often as time will allow. I love reading, bicycling, Zumba, and listening to my 14-year-old play guitar, not necessarily in that order. I am working on a memoir. It is a mytho-poetic reckoning of my life to this point. We'll see how that goes.
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