In 2012 I wrote a poem I never finished, titled Perhaps. Oh, I made the start of a series of mini zines of it, I edited it, I reimagined, revisited and revised it- but I never truly finished it. "Perhaps" started in a small square book I made- pocket sized, and was written by hand in a scrawl wherever inspiration struck me over the course of a spring month or so. If ever I stalled on what to write next, I just wrote the word "Perhaps" again and saw where it went from there. It was one of those poems I considered to be my magnum opus- and I still hold some of the different versions (which never got the exposure to the world that they deserved) in high regard. But this blog post is not about "Perhaps" it is not entitled "Perhaps" and I still have not given up on my to do list that "Perhaps" will have its moment. This post is about "An Anachronism in the Making" That's more like it. In 2016 I was in my art and writing r...
haphazardly curated nonsense