Draft. Ignore. Discard. Procrastinate. Craft impossible to-do list. Remind yourself over and over, “It’s only a draft. A very rough draft. Just a few notes, just write down some thoughts. It won’t be perfect. Easy. Let yourself start.”

Let flow. Pour out. Choose the next word. Don’t choose it, just write whatever pops into your head. Stop. Pause and think. Think for images, not for words. Allow. Allow the preconscious to yammer babble. From the image, take a word, a phrase, a sentence. What comes next? Who is it? Who speaks? Who thinks? Who sees? Who acts? Does it matter? Is it no one? Is it [anyone-everyone]? Is it nameless? Does she use a fake name throughout? What are the grass thinking? The wallpaper?

Hemodialysis. On the bus. Places, subjects, people. Details, description, abstraction. Abstract expressionism in verse. In prose. In combination of verse with inline symbols & images. Who is to say? Who is not to say? Who is an authority? Is your heart an authority? Is enjoyableness relative? How does enjoyableness relate to meaning? Is authenticity a thing? Does wrapping it up with a neat closing bow kill your poems? Or give them direction?