Calendars run too slow to wear on your wrist You’d have to hold too still Don’t move your arm or the sun won’t fall just right, and it has to — The world will be disjointed if you move, the page not wide enough to hold what it must — The page flips every thirty Continue reading [calendars]

I hate titles

About to dump yet another poem on y’all, but I can’t think of a good title for it. Sorry about that. I hate trying to make up a title for a poem, and naming them something like “Untitled #43” — like you see on some hopeful paintings in galleries — looks like they didn’t even Continue reading I hate titles