something happens next

always. every time.

✒️ writing

  • Library

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    It is years since I’ve spent much time in a library. Growing up, libraries were a weekly – or several times per week? – affair, and cross-town too, as my…

  • and i think

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    and i think to my shock i might be done with the manuscript

  • —

    Realization: with the right setup, I really can write poetry on my phone.

  • These streets

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    These streets These streets begin to seem like the end of the world. With a backlit sky and torn-up cobblestones we dress in suits and heels to go to dinner…

  • Manuscript

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    It’s grown to six poems completed, and another dozen or so in progress. It snuck up on me. And I am sneaking up on it.