Well if I hadn’t been con­vinced before, this month’s attempts at writ­ing a poem a day should have con­vinced me that my writ­ing process can­not be dis­ci­plined and effec­tive. I write when the spir­it moves me, when Papa Leg­ba uses me as his horse and what not. So I’m bail­ing on Nation­al Poet­ry month a bit ear­ly and I think I might attempt to write some tur­boshort fic­tion instead. Some­thing that even ADD can’t fight.

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