Yesterday afternoon’s cold coffee
and what’s left of a head cold
getting back to the grind
of the mind and the fingers
putting words on the page
and telling myself
it will all work out in the end
it will all bleed out in the end
in this one long game of chicken
and the headlights are bearing down
but the thing you never, never do
is look away
I feel like a word drunk boxer
not wrung out, not yet
standing on the corner
in the river town setting sun.
All my favorite poets
carry a pugilist’s soul
and I am grateful
mine is too.
[Daybook 2026 // Spring 4.10.26]
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Poet. Essayist. Fictioner. Steamboat fireman. Bit of a grackle.
10.
a sweet small apple
fresh coffee and the radio
morning painkillers
11.
sing on Tom Petty sing
the days drive, burn, and hurt
but still: horizon
[Day book 2026 // Spring 3.25.26]
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