What confused me, imp. Pour from carafe or hat a New “plan”, but I don’t believe in those […]
Poems
For me.. See turn page when cup full, no sleep, glued muse deep far back to light. Moon […]
vie for eye my right. Peace. Sit. You wait.. arms stretch, far– Think, the run, mile what. (3/8/15)
counting axioms while waiting for espresso a man clears his throat (3/7/15)
a library, no real world today, I’m not inter ested, for obvious reason (3/4/15)
my keys, this happens far too often but there’s not a change. So again. (3/3/15)
so I jitter, pace complain in my head, I have that disease: writer (3/2/15)
to wake up ear ly, to write and be produc tive, adult, mature? (2/28/15)
to the closet, pick my day’s character and shape, role, do I want act? (2/28/15)
moodstart slow, bills pay and everything catalogued and still hours to go (2/27/15)