Category: my poetry
11-8-03
one thing we do to stones that they don’t do for each other is to polish them so brightly that we can see ourselves in them
routine
The poetry has been slow in coming lately. I treat it as an entity apart from myself. That way, I can tell myself that it’s in no way my own fault if I write nothing. I have (unconsciously? semiconsciously?) created a world where I am not at fault for not doing that which I can … Continue reading routine
white pebble 