Originally, it was my goal to write a poem - or at least a fragment of one - everyday, preferably first thing in the morning.
That project was successful for a short while, but has run its course.
Check here for updates on Chris Masson, the poet from Montreal, including some news about the Throw Poetry Collective. Or just drop a haiku on me.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Monday morning
August’s passed. July’s passed. September’s almost gone.
sometimes I think that the paths on my map are as constrained, trafficked, and painful as bra straps that cut deep into the backfat of heavy girls.
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