9:19pm. Back home. Sipping something artisanally beer’d. Want to print more poem. Looking down at these pieces that […]
Mike Madigan
“…mumbling poems up and down stairs.. My rut, a drowned bear. Dare Self to Propel written bells.. Can […]
Jumping journals. Have to stop. Nothing gets done, that’s why. This 2010 Zin, impressive, I’ll say. Reminding me […]
“…Santa Rosa to Senegal, plan to roll A resplendent hall; one more month Called. Only one stall, total […]
Trying to force Self to write, but I have no interest. Even poem, song. Just a little drained […]
Again reminded I should only be depending on Self for income, or “bonuses,” commissions. Not going to elaborate, […]
“…Last night, couldn’t put a thing on the Paper… Suddenly crippled, only sing from The vapor. Maybe I […]
Watching Jack. Time, 7:46a. He’s moving faster than I’m able to, this early, at least today. So, coffee […]