I've really gotten into the swing of things. What I love about forcing myself to draft every day is that my mind becomes very open to the possibility of a poem in everything. Today, as I was cutting up watermelon, the first line of a poem came into my head. Then another. I love mindless, repetitive tasks for the mere reason that they allow my brain to focus on what I really want to think about.
Here's the poem title update:
2. The Fish Luck Caught
3. Poem Beginning with a Line from Houseman
4. "Names" Part IV.
6. Parable of the Fish
8. "Names" Part V.
9. Cleaning the Windowsills in Spring
11. Wrong Number