One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Monday, February 5, 2018
where is that place where every eye long lashes
like my dear lord forever dead?
dew runs through temple dropping on the floor
the hour is late
attention's trained on error
that moon above the street that bears my address is moving in the same direction as the pupil