April 11, 2025

grey skies and
drip drops on window panes and
the perfect day to nap your stress away
and
the perfect evening to be lulled into deep deep sleep

~~~

evening pages
much much later than normal poetry time
[am i just doing this
to say that i did it?]

[isn’t that all life is anyway?]

~~~

i think
three
poems is enough poems
for such a late late night
poem-writing-time

January 24, 2025

once again i’m
writing in my bed while i
feel a little dread from
the world around me but
my cat is purring and
my dog is sighing and
my kip is working and
i suppose i’ll give tomorrow a go