Saturday, April 5, 2008
The Accident
Last night's crash was yesterday's poem. I am home today recovering my spirits and courage. I woke feeling I had just sacked Troy. Today's poem begins soon.
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Rules for MY NaPoWriMo 2008: Attempt to post a poem-a-day, or a fragment-a-day, or a failure-or-a-beginning-a-day. This isn't to be used as a place to drag out semi-finished work to revise and shine up; new work is the goal. However, journal entries, rescued shards, abandoned endings, traffic tickets, dreams old and new--all the detritus in my mind and life is fair game to mine, burn up, put together with glue and stick in my hair.
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