I haven’t posted in some time. I think it’s time to take a break. Looking forward to catching up on everyone’s wonderful poems/blogs when I get back. Just been kind of stuck on what to do next. Going to take some time to work on trying some new ideas.

Here’s a fragment I’ve been working on that needs some direction. I’m not really sure what though:

It was when the woods walked in you.
It was when the words read back.

This fragment has me stuck as well:

Postcards are telepathy
Dressed up
Like statuettes in a fountain.
Bronze for hairpins.

Postcards are whereabouts
Hitching a ride
Like guitar strings by the sea.
A whodunit
For a soul.