723: the world asks to be seen

What do you make of it the antagonist of my life questions the moon again the swish of street noise the hum of morning’s arrival nothing I suppose tucking the intended jab behind the pale scrim of no real response yet the guarded challenge what of the daffodil...

722: the world asks to be seen

whatever you want though still reticent about believing truly believing something would become of me a double entendre a cos play spheres of influence enter our lives daily we step into the stream pop teh bubble take shape within a realm we otherwise hadn’t see...

721: the world asks to be seen

anymore it is all about me I suppose it always has been but before that meant finding my way amongst the throngs of humanity now it means largely about myself the one whom I live with and have lived with for my entire life what do I...

720: the world asks to be seen

I don’t recall what it was like to not do this thing each morning pen and paper now though I try differently can I tell the story of 59 years each day landing across the two pages in a collaged comp notebook