Leaves in to street vents. Revolted. Explanation re-bolted. I’ve folded. Patience evaporated, as trash bags skip by, running […]
Month: April 2013
Is there any Art in a schedule? No poetry, at least to my lenses. I’m like an artichoke […]
Busy, in Reserve Room. Still, with the wind. Sipping, quite slow, Sauv Blanc. The ’12. Did a little […]
Glasses turned over. Wait For draft to come back. Skeptic. What else can I be at this Turn? […]
9:07pm. Back from Mom’s birthday dinner, Rosso’s. OF course the food was amazing, those artisanal pizzas they do, […]
journal, 4/12/13 Tired. Not even in much mood to write. The novel, definitely not being touched tonight. Need […]
Newness, art remedy, crawling Towards and away from pattern– But I’m moving, nonetheless. Truth comforted in Bordeaux, Another […]
9:55pm. Home. Enjoying a beer, slowly mind you. Mostly in celebration of these old writings I’m rediscovering for […]
Little Kerouac, down for his nap. Spread on couch, laptop on actual lap, looking outside. My phone says […]
Thought I was running out of writing steam. But not at all. Just as little Kerouac’s tireless, I […]