It’s summer. It’s nice and hot outside. I’ve been tired lately, looking for a new begenning. I’ve been pooling thoughts for new poems. This usually happens to me. Winter is very productive, summer is slow. There’s too much going on, and I can’t focus to write about things.
I’ve been pooling ideas for a poem:
a woman gives birth to a crystal ball
a marble heart in an actual chest cavity
vortexes, whirlpools, black holes
in other words, I’m getting nothing done. I have been applying for new jobs, though. Jobs working in grants. We’ll see…