...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Monday, November 14, 2011
We interrupt this faltering Poetry Challenge...
my view during breakfast:
where my studio will be. ... will see inside my space in 53 minutes. (c'mon, c'mon!) I feel like I'm about to meet my spouse (for the next month). Maybe I did die in that terrifying flight here. I appear to be in Artist's Heaven.
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