If I craned my neck, I could see my car on the street below. I waited until the proctor turned his back, then shot a glance.
July 18th, 9:00 A.M. — I give the mosquitoes inside the tent a furious battle before giving it up and settling down to attempt to locate…
So often the expectations of societyeat the true expectations of the artist’s heart.
A sweet thought coming to meAs long as I can writeMy heart will be strong
We engaged in the activity of mental gymnasticsMounting the low beam with a white-knuckle gripThe resounding thought: but…
whispered prayers:
Now I’m getting up from bedToo much crap in my headAs I compile my list to doIn my heart I think of youAnother day of routine chores…
Dilutionwas the only solution.
Here’s a toastTo these mornings of hot sunrise against iced skiesTo my snoozing in bed To your padding feet on floorboardsSilent…