Here’s one more poetryaction!
I am feeling more like a dreamer lately, wanting (but not having) more time for writing just for the heck of it—that’s a rare luxury for me. P. Zonka‘s daydreaming and its randomly beautiful results really touched me in this book. I wanted to capture a taste of that randomness—the serendipity of letting words choose me instead of the other way around. That is a scary thing.
And here’s a bookalike for it, too.