laboratory
At six forty-six p.m. / they’re still laying great big chunks of granite / in the yard
At six forty-six p.m. / they’re still laying great big chunks of granite / in the yard
I wrote most of an essay, then realized it amounted to five-hundred words on how “writing is hard.” So I scrapped it.
I’m still publishing something every Tuesday, but new poetry/prose/art will be every other week. That gives me the time I need for longer, more complex stuff.