How do I feel about it? You know, post-its in the shredder? I use the shreds for mulch, Stilll… Most of the time When I write It already Feels like I am going to war. I make notes To take note. Relieved? Like a trapped possum, Hissing As I unspring the trap.

WARNING!  METAPHORIC “THINKING  OUT” AHEAD! Yes, the tools of the master can rebuild the house. No, don’t bother waiting for some sublime thing. No, I didn’t make the road by walking it. Yes, leaves are grass, not pages in a book. No, the worm does most definitely not forgive the plow. Yes, the map is…

The scrawl below was part of my morning check-in and writing practice.  I used a prompt from Rob Walker’s The Art of  Noticing.   I think that the allure of prompts is that they make you adjacent to someone who knows their own practice and does exactly that…practices.  So I drafted below trying to figure out…