a poet’s work

the beginning usually sucks: unlearning truths undoing selves unending days unwending paths oh, good GOD. that’s total crap. you’re right. then what? self laughs at self or cries ceding the stage ego averts smiles in her eyes moves down to find her seat...

Help wanted: poet

Work begins with fed cat on the windowsill with butt in chair   Ears to be perpetually tuned to TWBS, the wind and bird station even during the big meeting especially within the mundane   Good work for pirates with tied tongues and agile fingers who delight in...

This is my work

Something snapped inside of me. I can only do soul-satisfying work now alone and with people I love    I’ve been apprentice to the phenomenon for ten years. And find it has more to do with community support expanding love ceding control appreciating freedom...

Have you noticed?

Last week, a lovely researcher named Toni showed up in our space. She’s doing her doctoral dissertation on coworking, studying the ways people who work in coworking locations conduct their work (how they collaborate with others, what type of work groups they are in,...