Spent a nice day visiting my parents and playing some heated games of Scrabble. (I lost the first two, but recovered for wins in games 3 and 4.) I did some reading today as well as some more work on my series of “We Build Houses” prose poems. I am currently at 13-14 pages of prose stanzas, so I am thinking of working toward a chapbook of these pieces as there doesn’t seem to be any shortage of ideas for them yet. Here are a couple of lines from one of the new drafts:
From “We Build Houses of our Bodies and Wait for the Wolves”
We are safe behind our walls, impenetrable. Let the wolves come howl.
Look at us, tra la. We have not a care in the world. We stoke our fires.