Tidying the Workbench When I aim to write a poemsitting with intention, holding my pen;I am the small, tidying mouse in a shed caught on night-vision video in Walesand the blank page is my box. I find the ideas scatteredall over the workbenchand set to task selectingclothespins of connectionsnuts and bolts of meaninglong straws ofContinue reading “How I Approach the Blank White Page”
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