only the crossing counts by C.D. Wright
1. Sifting through my notes, journal entries hastily scribbled on pieces of paper and stuffed in my bag to be re-examined later. Business cards from shops and places I've eaten. Brochures. Receipts. Maps. Itineraries and tickets. Trying to trace my way
Living by C.D. Wright
This poem is so much of my life lately. I wish I could tell you where I've gone. Living C.D. Wright If this is Wednesday, write Lazartigues, return library books, pick up passport form, cancel the paper. If this is Wednesday,
Clockmaker with Bad Eyes by C.D. Wright
Philosophy class made me think of my own hierarchy of values, so that was in my mind the whole day. Ate alone, then walked and stared at stones in the zen garden. Slept in the library. And now I'm wide