6/9/97

(Some of the work that comes from my 1997 files is better than others. This is not one of my favorites, but I am facing the things I tucked cleanly away in folders years ago. It’s time to do something with this stuff.)   Can you open your heart? Can you open your mind?  

4/27/97

(This was written while I was living in Lawrence. This was a pretty good year. I was working as a prep cook in the mornings at Buffalo Bob’s Smokehouse (R.I.P) and enjoying life. Wonderful times, beautiful women, and lots of laughs. I treasure that year.) That night was so dark, with an electric sky, like

9-18-1997

(Obviously many of my poems have no titles, hence the dates I have put in their places. I think this was my first year at Washburn University in Topeka)   Just let it go The mind Just let it go My friend It’s all just a poem A piece of rock lodged in the mantle