I thought about putting this session of poems into three separate posts, but then I realized that although it would spread out my blogging, giving more individual viewing opportunities, these poems all happened at once and are connected sonically and thematically.
This is a single evening of poems. A single session of free writing. And the writing happened without distinctly different pieces.
A little forewarning, there is some break up poem-ing (i know i said i wouldn’t, but alas) in these, so watch out for corny lines and sappy sink holes.
Dan Dorman 