Wednesday, December 27, 2006

In this winters nest

I rest. Yet I am eager to burst out of the dark days
into warm sun. Working yet again on Conversations with Ghosts. I am shocked to see what I missed during the last round of editing. I believe poetry and every creation for that matter should rest in a deep dark drawer and be pulled out when the vison is sharp and brutally unsentimental. The knifes of literature are becoming way to dull.

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