Every week, a stanza.
Loose, unstructured, random, ever-changing, unable to predict what’s coming next.
Sound familiar?
Pulled from journal entries, free writes, and my memory that these days seems to be part dream, part reality.
Starting the week shelter in place started (March 16, 2020). I’m posting back in time first, and then when I catch up, I’ll post a new stanza each Friday evening.
Begins 07.17.2020
Bank of Erin 