The poem as I left it last: She stares out the kitchen window An impression arrests fruit flies in kitchen sinks full of ideasfrozen mid-irritation, like tinnitus of Meniere’s before the dizzying vertigostepping out of a spiral, the view becomes clear, as if finallyfinding the source of wafting, permeating decay Contentment empties the glue ofContinue reading “Revising Poetry-a Demonstration Part Three: Redrafting”