My “process” is pretty much one and done, it is just what I do, how I write.  So, as much as I would like to think (or promise myself internally) that I will get back to these.. I probably won’t (if I am honest about it).. so here are just some lines I scribbled, sort of orphans of mine.  Maybe it will inspire out there in the wordpress-verse some other mind.

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5.25.18

rumors ride a whisper

innuendo grows into a roar

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5.23.18

the wind is the devil

before the storm

to stir the brew

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5.4.18

winter sunlight

summer sunlight

all depends on the angle of your altitude

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5.4.18

tales of wonder

no, tales of horror

buried in fathoms

depths below

*this was specifically written thinking about the Andrea Gail (the boat from “the perfect storm“), in my head I want to write an epic poem about that, I am fascinated by the sea.. but I guess not enough !

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5.7.18

I started counting

the pattern on the guardrails

three, one, three, one

some would see four

*This was written sitting in brutal traffic on the NJ turnpike… looking at the guardrail

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music?  I play guitar (well, I aim to be better at it…) one of my faves is Eric Johnson, here he is live “Song for George“, just a man and his acoustic guitar.. so damn pure.. and so damn good.