journal, 4/12/13 Tired. Not even in much mood to write. The novel, definitely not being touched tonight. Need […]
Poems
Newness, art remedy, crawling Towards and away from pattern– But I’m moving, nonetheless. Truth comforted in Bordeaux, Another […]
Little Kerouac, down for his nap. Spread on couch, laptop on actual lap, looking outside. My phone says […]
Thought I was running out of writing steam. But not at all. Just as little Kerouac’s tireless, I […]
7:04am. Up. With Kerouac. Coffee in cue. All day composing. For book, yes. But also for Self. Tonight […]
Revisiting Chardonnay. Air-conditioner, on. Felt like Summer today. Loved all minutes. Would have loved them more had the […]
Learned my last lesson from technology. Somehow, my phone ate a rather lengthy verse I’d been working on […]
Watching Kerouac. 7:59am. Already had 2 cups of coffee, brewed home. Tonight, back in classRoom. Chipping away at […]
10:09pm. Put 1,000 words into book. Well, over 1k, actually. 500 new, over 1k from 2010. Just like […]
9:02pm. To bed, quite early. Woke this A.M. at 3-something with a bit of stomach unrest. Fell asleep […]