Recovering What’s Lost I wake up, another day, already mourning the absence of night, a missing immortality that lingers in memory like a restless ghost.

Loving and Leaving them for 30 years
Recovering What’s Lost I wake up, another day, already mourning the absence of night, a missing immortality that lingers in memory like a restless ghost.
Honestly, I’m not sure what I’m going to use the next 27 days for except that I want to explore the idea of noticing more.
Links that may or may not be related to gardens, food, travel, nature, or heterotopias and liminal spaces but probably are. Sources in parentheses. essay:
This month, I’m writing words and posting images relating to the landscape of memory. I hope to write poems most days and also share photos,
This month, I’m writing words and posting images relating to the landscape of memory. I hope to write poems most days and also share photos,
I’m using daily prompts associated with Inktober (artists doing ink drawings) to spur poetry this month. The poems flow from the prompts, though it may not be