June 13, 1999: The invention
As I walk through the forest, I’m shocked at how much I’ve fallen in love with her hidden walls of green. This…after writing a story about being booted from her presence on Christmas—the imagination plays such funny games with me, therefore I must allow it to breathe…in return, it will grow. That’s why I created trilogy poetry—an exercise that bleeds more than one thought from the opening sentence. Each trail is different yet convincing. Instead of a hard-edged focus on one thought—the imagination grows when new leaves are born.

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