(1) A little growl in my stomach. (2) Momentum. (3) Generating new material. (4). Visuals. (5) Fellow laborers. (6) Low temps. (7) Which is to say: good sleeping weather. (8) The finish line. (9) The entropic burst. (10) Sports analogies. (11) A nice bath, with epsom salt, early in the a.m. (12) The ABCs of parenting; namely… (13) Effusive praise! (14) Stacking cistern etc., a poem by G. Calvocaressi. (15) “There’s no part of me that’s a saint. I’m not saying this to get some extra credit. I’m saying I wonder if you do it too?” Indeed, I do, G. Calvocaressi. I do indeed. (16) Poetry Daily, which I forget about too much. (17) Cold-brewed tea (still). (18) Sending out signals. (19) Shiitake mushrooms. (20) Wednesday, the TV show. Watching it with my family. (21) J– doing holiday puzzles. (22) Coming home to the Christmas tree. (23) The unsweetened cocoa sludge at the bottom of my coffee cup, which I’ve taken to calling mud pudding. (24) Mango, the word (not so much the fruit, but the fruit is fine). (25) Chops. The word, the attribute. (26) Editing things. (27) Doodling things. (28) Learning things. (29) Waking up slowly. (30) Gestation periods, especially slow and steady ones.
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