Tomorrow, I try getting my daily bit of poem done earlier. Continue reading →
telling the story so plain I wept •
at the end as the hero’s pyre burned •
and his loyal men fulfilled his wishes. Continue reading →
I was inside most of today basting edges of things to be appliqued… but outside:
so every man must yield
the leasehold of his days. Continue reading →
Cutting dots more dots many dots more dots •
sitting with scissors and mindless tv Continue reading →
For light I go directly to the Source of light, not to any of the reflections.
