went to the mountain one day. had lunch at the foot of the mountain with a family that was generous enough to let us eat their beef jerky+noodles soup and ride their horses. it was glorious up there. the land is so vast. the sky, so blue. wow.
i think in pictures and fragments.
i write because life is so frantic and unfocused but there are moments of clarity and when everything seems to come together, ever so briefly. it is important to think through those moments.
poetry is capturing images and scenes that so vividly etch themselves in the mind and soul.
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