Category Archives: On the process of Writing

walking after supper

On my way to chorus practice the first warm spring evening thinking about today’s poem wondering how to do after singing what I usually do before breakfast but just couldn’t do today A young woman overtakes and passes me walking … Continue reading

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On having his words read by strangers

each sound in the house is an alarm speaking to a head stuffed by the garrison of fluids poised like a battalion in defense of access and egress around the anxious brain words flow out of here into the world … Continue reading

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Deadline

blind locomotive dragging cars and passengers on rigid steel toward the insistent bridge words tumble in rows stacking broken pencils crushed against an anvil insistent time pushing all before it toward the vertical sky

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