Looking outside, like a wave comes– But it’s Wednesday, reassure. Kitchen, ruin. Notes in character, Inanimate items. Click, […]
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Wrote more poetry during my 7.5 hours of work today than I have in years, in that kind […]
Wash glasses dry glasses Pour into again. The repeats above Math. It’s a crash. Of some Kind. Sauvignon […]
Tonight, writing freely. Won’t touch book till Tuesday morning. Hoping to run in earliest of morrows, tomorrow. No […]
More coffee.. Needed, like Fire on icebergs, shade in Arizona.. Writers always have excuses. 10/9/13
10/6/13– Spicy pasta from Alice, tonight. Tired from day. Sipping last Ale, and the writer’s about finished. Want […]
retiring for night, only for light, rewrite– that’s a gripe I just voiced, now for 1st time.. lazy, […]
Singing, sliding glass Letting morning, frozen clef, Measures. Onto clock. Motor, descend. End with another espresso– Hope new […]
Hard to keep up with Kerouac this morning. And before you ask, no. No run. Still feel Wednesday’s. […]
never enough time time i blame time what do i do with it no choice but to somehow […]