tiny notebook musings III

• • nine • • I try too hard to make the words pretty; lose the truth in the shine of my polished poetics. A time and place for that. I need to be present to make it real. Less romanticizing to the point of rose-tinted-ness. You have to love the boring parts, the ugly parts, the crying-shrieking-empty parts. They come back into a beautiful line of days, again and again. • • ten • • The slouching,…