WRITER AND AGENT


RELOCATION REVEALS THIS, A POETRY FOLDER FROM 2002

  

In that first blink

I recall the joy of breaking ink

That first line of verse

Applauded by the universe

Settled in paper

Dried thoughts

Scrapes of the heart

Before it tore me apart

The time has come

To where I want to belong

And sing the thoughts that live in my shed

Without the tone of agent’s breath

Blowing chagrin on my song.

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