what is poem?
by blake ellington larson
why does crazed prose seem to yearn it? how is memory or anything come across succinct when all the everything form both worlds is swizzle swirl and color songs like fluff levels or underwater time? prose like surfing a math problem, maybe, or start at the beginning tao of pooh bear is god? it’s like sledding past conversations… I don’t know. dad says writers don’t write from memory, necessarily, they sort of, write what they write and try and clean it up, best they can.