pressing pen to paper
Black magic drips from the tip of my mind.
Whimsical and Romantic, powerfully permanent
my secret song makes love to the papers soft white glow.
I wrote this poem while travelling across Canada. I staid a while in Ontario, fell in love. It inspired some of the richest poetry I have ever written. Now it lays about my Dartmouth apartment, buried in boxes. Hidden deep within the pages of journals, some ten to fifteen years old. I’ll continue to share them with you all from time to time as I stumble upon them. Hope you enjoy.