Poetry Log : 08.12.2017

Trying to find a gemstone in a heap of slag.

It’s sobering how much aggregate needs to be removed. The waffling gibber-jabber prattle that weighs/slows a poem down.

I redact, axe, edit, hack, hone,revise whatever as nothing’s precious… looking for the just enough that makes some degree of sense.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

A example of parring back might be this scrap called Stoked.


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