Bits of journal entries from the past week.
- Tree branches sway to the choreography of the breeze.
- My weakness if we must go there/is black walnut ice cream./Black walnut, I love you more than bacon!
- Heavy lines drooped from pole to pole/eventually tied off at buildings/like circus elephants on moorings.
- If I write myself into a poem I don't like will I be able to get out?
- Planted roasted marshmallows in our mouths, then kissed the sticky off each others lips.
- Holding time inappropriately in ones hand.
- I'm tired and feel horribly grungy today...
- Picturing poets playing poker with metaphorical faces.
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