A poem needs time: to breathe, or decay, or change, or snarl.
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“Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” – W.B. Yeats
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You speaking to you speaking back to you.
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What can you see now that you couldn’t see then? (also, happy new year)
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Warm it up. Wash up afterwards. Start again. Keep going.
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Often, I only discover what I’m feeling when what I write tells it back to me ...
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Another try at the book launch RSVP
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“I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to…”
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