I'm centered, but I'm not finished

i'm not about to blues my dues or beg / i am about to teach myself / to fly slip slide flip run / fast as i need to / on one leg

I’m at the Yaddo Estate as a writer in residence for the next month or so, without wi-fi on my laptop and it is great. Every time I leave my room and go outside I pass by a bench Edgar Allen Poe wrote The Raven on and feel the distinct urge to mutter poetry stanzas at the sky in his honor. It feels wild to be in the company of such ghosts? Poe was my fa…

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