Thursday, November 01, 2007


the month I feel most in between.

the poem making got stuck, neglected somewhere in the middle of october.

the bellum letters will continue, but the poem-a-day-for-a-month format probably won't be employed until April. And who knows what April will be like.

I love and fear thinking about the future. The opposite of love isn't hate; it's fear.

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