book of poem… new york city style…
During my last leg of New York City I filled a book with a somewhat experimental super long prose-y like poem. After I completed the cover to cover task. I tossed it aside and said, "One day I must read that..." This is what I've been spending my day doing. Reading the piece, typing it out. Shaking my head a bit. And occasionally murmuring, "I remember how that felt..." Some of my favorite lines I've come across so far include: The spark of my...