“…Bent light, dripping diligence. Notes in hurry. Want pencil instead, 8 sharpened, deadly. Attack Sheets, tasmanianly. Meeting with […]
Mike Madigan
Working on project R. Finally see some balance in battle between wine & Lit. Not going to disclose […]
Leaving in a bit to pick up Alice & Kerouac, from SFO. Picking up new biz cards on […]
Getting chapbook done, or at least printed TONIGHT. I know, me & my promises. Tired, after slow traffic […]
Tonight, not much blogging. All for book, or books. Tired from day, and a bit from last night’s […]
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 […]
Printing out yesterday’s four pages. 2208 words which do form a standalone stream of writing. Is it my […]
Quiet. Only from pages. Dreams. Freedom. Calendar’d poetry. Lock Self in cave. Stay there. Quiet. Jump bottle2bottle. Program […]
“…Walked to coffee spot. Almost slipped On pavement ice, twice. How this contributes, I’ll Find. Need 4 shots, […]