Mailman not today A bird’s play and gaze Park table, like a chess game Steps one way then […]
Poems
Plan, forget, write again somewhere Post-it notes on walls and by bed Where did I put my pen […]
province.
That it. It had to be. Not the formula But the frame. The plain. The vein. Reign.
Everything has to be written.
Thought is the obstruction. Movement is the induction.
Look at pictures. Your memories. Always write to them.
Write more of it.
Short poem done. Not sure what to do now. Go upstairs and check on Jack, or stay here. […]
Now