Couple minutes to Self. But That’s it. Day, moving in vengeful Form. Looking at clock, telling Self It […]
Month: November 2012
No time to write, I feel. The novel needs just that. But I’m rushed. Long day in tasting […]
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No guide on the exodus, random tides Mess with us. Reflections register– Seconds, minutes to finish. Disposition, Can’t […]
Replace the clock with a cafe, pen, Paper. My convictions knocked, in A cache, topped to a labor. […]
words typed, tonight. Shouldn’t be so quantity-obsessed. I’ve said this forever. So why do I continue to count? […]