Seen barrels, the contents. Part of a bottled being. Onset. Wondering where poetry’s voices Went. I’ll be sent. […]
Literary
bottledaux, taking shape. Never losing any Literary contemplativeness. Today at winery, met another camera-carrying character much like Self– […]
[comp book, 10/6/12] And I’m back in love with notions of winemaking. Going forward with it, just being […]
Seeing that Zin today, in the bins, had me thinking about conceptual, well as actual, beginning. And the […]
Coffee line. Again. Wouldn’t Say I’m addicted, just comfortable. Every morning. More motioned, assuredly. The new barista, too […]
10/4/12. An artisan beer, crafted by a coworker, and a bottle of ’09 Russian River Pinot for night’s […]
10/2/12. Tuesday/Sunday. Typing next to Jack. His position on this couch, fiddling with toys, shapes, animals, varied trinkets […]
9/29/12. Plenty notes today. Piecing all together. That spot, in the Hood Mt. parking lot, unpaved, still in/on […]
No complementary poetry, especially From me. Too much time into my lines. Bills– 2 past-due. Time window, too […]
Fear, extinct. At least in my ring. Following anything, getting old. Staying to irregular verses. No strain in […]