8:42am. [10/17] Leaving. Long day. Just graded two papers. Convinced Self I deserve a mocha. So off I […]
Literature
Winding night down before appearances tomorrow. “Appearances,” that’s how I’m considering them. Dinner with the Particular Palates and […]
Typing till I have a mocha. Shouldn’t have one, though, I know. Only thinking of Kelly, her novel.. […]
10/15/12. Jack, 8 months today. Time passing with more anger. Least that’s how the writer’s taking it. Lots […]
Chimney wished. Smoke over A written rope. Everything bottled. All sipped to index. Glossary. Some appendix. Assembly attended. […]
Seen barrels, the contents. Part of a bottled being. Onset. Wondering where poetry’s voices Went. I’ll be sent. […]
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 […]