Built up of examples nobody is meant to hear--the soot sticks on the ink stoneThe snowmelt of last winter with its murky philters. Seasons serve to explain
Something where our shadow's miming no longer assisted us, the veritable sinks
Of anonymity brought us instead. Together by chance, that is to say, through a clear
Blue outlet of the treatment pond. That decides the clot on paper as if wisdom
Imparted from a burn. The outcome depends on the state of your papers, wisdom's
Adage arriving comparatively late. I wonder if I ever got tired or does the grindstone
Tempt scribbling
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Anthony Lawrence (April 27, 1957) work belongs here; not as an imitation, but for the long, lyrical intensity.
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=15668
I am not approaching it, yet.
I am looking for The Darkwood Aquarium (1993), which is a fantastic title.
Exercise 91.
Medication does not apply, yet I like the resilience of insects walking out of a face in a reflecting birdbath.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=39747
I was locked out of my residence this morning when the battery of the keyless entry lock powered down suddenly. I walked in shearling-lined slippers to the Stephenson house in drizzle with the pagan clown show parading on the main streets.
The door lock was fixed today with help of the others.
Reflection pending. For over a decade.
Without warning, Schlage keyless entry on the door powers down from time to time requiring the batteries to be replaced. Woe to the resident that has no other means of ingress. The Little Tikes sand turtle used by my niece, Siena, was crushed after a climb into the kitchen window.
I emptied the malaria pit it had become with rainwater and living/dead larvae yesterday morning.
https://ltmolding.com/about/history/#:~:text=1979.%20Popular%20and%20iconic%2C%20the%20Turtle%20Sandbox,can%20move%20the%20fun%20wherever%20they%20want.
https://news.artnet.com/art-world/impressionist-purple-art-bites-2440920
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2026/04/20/vermeer-a-life-lost-and-found-andrew-graham-dixon-book-review
It arrived yesterday.
I ask myself today after cleaning and mowing: what is it that blocks my progress on the creative projects I have set for myself? I am satisfied working on them, and it stimulates more from me beyond these too frequent loops of rumination and conjecture.
It probably looks better than it tastes.
https://www.foodandwine.com/strawberry-almond-bostock-11940866
Is it the strong belief that none of it is possible?
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