Chimney wished. Smoke over A written rope. Everything bottled. All sipped to index. Glossary. Some appendix. Assembly attended. […]
poets
Saving money. For what. Freedom. Not sure if that can be bought. Waiting another lifetime for this Mocha. […]
Seen barrels, the contents. Part of a bottled being. Onset. Wondering where poetry’s voices Went. I’ll be sent. […]
Writing on little backflipping Pages. Nothing more to this Blog. Letting season change lecture what it wants. Remember […]
Coffee line. Again. Wouldn’t Say I’m addicted, just comfortable. Every morning. More motioned, assuredly. The new barista, too […]
Hooked in being hooked, harpooned by my own dreams. Ink, ink, ink, I’m reminded. Can’t I just go […]