Adam mentioned something about down loading and sending as a pdf. Do you mean a chap book of only your work?

I am with you Herb. However, you are inspiring so there is hope. I am still enjoying the challenge of just writing a poem relatively quickly and come what may. Catching the tail end of the spiral is ok, May will happen and you can come back to them. I am on holidays and was going to cheat and go back and edit before the end of April. Particularly my poem on the grub; this was both predictable ( who wants to prove Harold Bloom correct, he wis a prick) and because the point to the poem isn't written. Take heart you are a skilled writer

thinking an idea quickly is easy thinking in rythym, not so easy thinking so you understand thinking so I touch your fantasy thinking so I can make you care now there is the rub without you in mind there is no intended message words ramble, esoteric meanings arbitrary scribblings on a page words for words sake with nothing to say dissolve into conceit words create beliefs that no one ever believes thoughts with no purpose can tie you in knots 'others' become charactitures a narcisstic mirror difficult to break

To bb this person, soft-spoken feminine appearance gender identification unknown wrote love poems afresh words given a novel twist touching my soul like no other it was an experiment a public moniker not an individual's name a moniker turned of in April she said her good byes, now she is gone I feel cast adrift a boat that's lost its rudder yet as I pen these words I remember a song (and after I am gone, you'll say 'we sang in the sunshine') I have grown

This needs an edited

Time time is dark changing into light light changing into dark I imagine Louise Bourgois as I write and I think of First Nation People * belittled for not knowing what time of the day it was here is the portal into our attitude, what is a minute or hour why is 9am important, why do we need to know what time it is our notion of time, time as independent of any event comes from a moment when Society extended beyond local groups, brought into a communal relation with each other time needs to be captured and tied down first sundials and watercolours create time's cell mechanical clocks dissect, determine a minute separated by an abstract notion independent of any event and now we live with arbitrary breaks our work life Driven by abstract time and we forget that minute isn't necessarily a moment and a moment can be lost if you thinking of minutes First Nation People understood more about time than us *First Nation People is the modern address for those who were called Australian Aboriginals.

I don't think I think I waste people's time, by my aspiration was to play in the section. I listen to establishing yourself and it is such a complex of different skill sets. I intend to come back to each of them and tidy them up.

I too have lost count but month hasn't finished. Nice poem

Last Saturdauy was my second shock for the week, (the first being a young 30 something Australian thinking domestic violence was something new. ) So the second shock was the senseless slaughter of 5 people in a knife assault. I was close by the area just before the drama erupted. I work with a woman whose husband and daughter rode the escalators where the assault happened but left 45 mins before this event. time and space inseparable shopping centre melee crowd uncomfortable purchases made with glee father and daughter flee

I think you're doing better than me. I like this one

Echo's of history he, survivor of domestic woe violence and the fear thereof father's crumpled pride, and push become shove second son, views his father as foe life a tortured path only survivors know relief achieved by father's absence single parent scratched subsistence remainder bitter frustration of thwarted blow his belief, this generation, first son's raised by mother this is not new, but a two hundred year tradition hidden by fear, not outwardly shown my grandfather, born 1889, War exposes lives are other reply crossed out on his Great War registration hand written epistle*, 'father's address unknown' *epistle means a short written note

I am enjoying the challenge I usually spent a month writing 1 or maybe 2 poems. Some poems are dodgy but others just need some tweeking. I have slowed though through this last week.

Another prologue, this one may be interpreted as being anti-beauty parolrseyc. That is not my intention they provide an important service in the modern world,. I just want the core assumptions to be less invasive. The Mirror mirror reflects images surface appearances until you look into it and I should more often those sags under the eyes forehead wrinkles defined sun damaged skin signs of neglect, reveal dynamics within a crossroad emerges in my mind if beauty is only a young face an ideal external reference point a pattern to measure success then a.surgeon is imperative if beauty is a process an attitude of acceptance (and therein lies the rub) a little more sleep to ease these sags little moisturiser for the skin and work on achieving serenity

I googled 'moon moon' (a sign of my age) . From an innocent beginning of finding a Wolf name from your initials the range of explanations for term was like a history of attitudes to special needs: mental challenged outcast, retarded Wolf, dumb Wolf,

Maintenance cycle unknown moth microscopic eggs life's purpose cement beams black splotches appear raise alarm greedy grubs eat micro fungi to be moth greedy grubs poison spray remove fall to death nourishment pathway to death bird who eat cement beam micro fungi bloom poisoning

This one needs a bit of a prologue, and a severe haircut in May. Night both refers to an algorithm Adam Gary enabled during his live chat but forgot to disable the 'Denial of Service' DoS function. 1974 computers used a different language to the windows system most experience today. All messages were in in capitals. A dot matrix printer, was connected to the computer by cable, hasd mechanical printer head and paper feed. The printer head would slide backwards and forwards across a page creating a high pitched buzz. night other transmogrified dissected segment of code algorithm becomes a character complete tucked into the vortex of time at the speed of lightning our bot emerges amidst 1974 code, clinging to a symbol our time traveller surveys his lot the screen is full of shouting dit matrix printer, high pitch buzz transfers this bullying to paper our bot creates code, DoS time out you friend and stops the printerhead 'Turn it off' a human voice does cry 'Can't see what's the matter' blackness ensues for our bot without his anchor, infinitehis lot He is spiralled back into time • transmogrified means a.strange or preposterous metamorphosis

emotions swim pen poised to net them like a fish they avoid words to express them a poem 'the letter' words woven together emotions slip in between leaving pastiche

Day 5 prmpt (almost.a reply) poem 1 dark agate pasts hidden pattern knotted web

I like day 6 prompt

Day 2 prompt - natural setting, a dialogue with an element of nature atop of a headland scenic expanse of ocean rythym of tidal waves calms my soul mild breeze blows hang on to your hat thoughts anchored in this moment photos taken for memory wind is felt not measured not recorded not examined wind is air in motion air pressure measured, recorded air velocity measured and recorded wind's creative forces examined wind is felt an ethereal relation Joining a hot spot to cold spot minimising difference over time wind is mute wind gives no discussion wind gives no instructions wind just blows your hat off