Sunday, June 3, 2012
passing through the City, then--editing the collaborative 'folds" poem with Val Witte at the top of Yerba Buena Gardens. these pigeons grazed my scone, but i still ate it. the dirt of transit and line breaks, sitting still in the sun. Val and I decide to do the next editing session in one of our apartments, where we can have a palmetry session and sing some of the lines--in lieu of cerebral choices/an alternative to the way editing usually goes/a way to be in space together.
, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before. Tweets by @thebodypoetik
My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute
because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.