Overhead Projector Poem-ing 4

Yet another installment of Overhead Projector Poem-ing coming to you from the attic room I currently live in.

These poems last moments, then as long as digital photos will survive.

The idea isn’t to write perfect poems or to fulfill a poetic form. The only constraint here is the space which the poems occupy.

There is meant to be a spirit of freedom and an awareness of continuum in these poems. Writing them, I feel free to say anything and to move on. There is no tedious intent. I do not work to my marrow bone.

Except that I work hard to ignore the critical voice in my head telling me that poems need to be finished and should never appear before a reader’s eyes without first having gone through many revisions and multiple workshop partners.

That ain’t livin.

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