It makes a difference where I write. At work where I am now, I'm always at a certain level of jangle. At home in the early morning, I'm in a deeper sweeter space. Today I had to leave for work early and found myself still writing poetry as I drove.
i do not forgive Van Gogh was written on the freeway.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
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