lists become projects, and projects become lists, and lists of projects become poems of a sort, often with tea
Sometimes lists of creative projects become poems in themselves, or else (at least) the scaffolding that holds the creative projects together – when written with a cup of tea, an inky pen at a kindly café somehow feels elevated, washi tape optional but handy for sealing letters
PS with limited physical/mental energy and easy eye strain, by breaking things into digestible portions and keeping my lists and planning analog, I can chip away with some joy. Like playing slow motion checkers instead of 3-D speed chess
If you look closely, and can read my scribble, you’ll notice some upcoming project coming out soon
