Friday, March 10, 2017

Notes, Notes, Notes

I feel like everything these days is just notes. No completed thing, just notes. But I am taking them and walking with them and move them around in my body and flying them like kites and listening to them rustle and maybe someday I will make something.

1 comment:

laurie said...

I think that's a good idea. I call them slices. Moments. Scratchings. I don't always want or know how to sit down and make something whole, but I do know how to take notes. And I think that's a good start. It's like revving up your noticing muscles. Pinching ourselves awake.

I like your poems.