Dust . . . cyber dust everywhere.
Started digging into papers and efiles and folders to see what I can find between writing new stuff and working on other projects.
I hadn’t realized the number of unpublished bits and pieces I have left laying around.
Somewhere, most of them are on physical paper too. Or the seed of the thought that transforms from a fleeting word painted image into something else.
Poems in metre, poems that create their own cadence. Furious diatribes and heady heartfelt schisms.
Scattered wantonly across my hard drive.
All while trying to tease new material from behind the veils of my inner scratch pad . . .