Minus the poetry

I have been going through the fodder for my poetry process. Using the Lynda Barry four panel diary, I collect things I saw, heard, and recalled each day subtracting the tasks accomplished.

Yesterday there was the lonely mosaic coffee mug that was a bull not a sun. The new window shades created crab-henge or a crab apple obscura. The flaw of not seeing art, 10 foot tall art, in plain sight. Paper bag puppets and the surprisingly small number of landmarks it takes to get a face (which generated a draft poem). Sunbitterns, drag shows and the need for self-actualization. The idea of a month-long mentorships in Sweet November. Lustron houses as a previous solution to starter housing. Abductive reasoning, the season two closer for West Wing, and the seeming impossibility that such a conversation could take place between a WH communications director, the chief of staff, and POTUS.

Happy spring for all who celebrate it!