Monterey quality in her speech. She tells me to take break from Writing. Live, instead. Just for a […]
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Books surrounding me. Pressure. But not too much. Need mocha. And this Lit magazine. That’ll keep My littered […]
Flattened. For serving. Travel to equaling Epitaph. Noticing everything’s better In fiction. Reality, gutter drips. No Regret. Not […]
again not liking how close these people to me stand in line. Have to quit this pattern. But […]
Retaliate against my own galleys’ plate. Speak my own street, isolate in sleets. My reach, only to open […]
Colder. Better writing. More bonhomous than usual. Must be the espresso. Repelling all sour vibe in stride. Thinking […]
Water kissing shell. Think– Coffee. All the writer can think about. Free, no poetry prison. But I’d rather […]
Only 54 minutes left in poetry prison. Deciding if I want to leave or not. In glass, ’07 […]
Tremors in the nimbus, I don’t run– Lessons held, I’m sure I will B shunned. Ever to beach, […]
Disappear for some where’s outed mess. How to do so, singularly, not sure. 28 Hours left in this […]