This is just a few sentences that may or may not turn into something later.

I picture them in class together. She's right there behind him. Dixon behind Cannon. It's the curse of alphabetical order. I picture them there, in 1935, and although I know colors existed then, I picture them in black and white.


Here are two more of those "little observations in a day" prose poems.

It Might Be Okay

"It's fantastic," she says
She would know
Receding eyelids on her face
Show I might have a chance


Here's another.

Well, Boogers

She does documentaries and she knows about the business
I understood every word and have been taking notes
I admire her and want to know more
And then she says she knows about control
She knows the soundtrack comes last
You can't let studio musicians push you around
That's a pretty great fall