10:22pm.  Finding that many times when this writer tries to force Art, it doesn’t come.  The rimes I […]

Sitting here, 6:47pm, a bit dizzied.  Wine, love.  “The industry,” only discord, disdain.  Love the Art, the bottle’s […]

Simulated Thursday, how they’ll be this semester, teaching the two classes at night.  Giving Self till 4pm– no, […]

“…All well ending well, like Shakespeare, Write sight from a state clear. Letters, Like mailbox, walk with no […]