On Writing Drafts of Poetry

A few words caught in the gossamer net of thought On constant replay, “The winnowing whistle of the wind” or “Light licks it’s way up the wall” tickle like a feather poking through a down comforter, emerging, trying to be born by archaically setting them to paper or virtually speaking, typed to screen prompt more words […]


These damned dirty demons haunt prowling dreams and waking thoughts visions of yesterday and days past images furious and breakneck fast lies of good and simple pleasures false idols of slothful lazy leisure