The Boat
Thursday, July 27th, 2006“Where will the boat go / when it leaves the little pier?”
“Where will the boat go / when it leaves the little pier?”
“Was it reproaching us? I felt a queer uneasiness…”
Back in Providence
Writing poems on a bike tour is just something I’m incapable of. Too busy admiring the countryside during the day and way too busy eating and drinking at the end of the day. So there’s no new stuff for TMP right now, although a few ideas occurred to me while pedaling oh-so-slowly […]