4.7 miles
veterans home in reverse
42 degrees
Brr. Was glad I wore my winter tights this early afternoon. I almost wish I had had gloves near the beginning. Saw the parks crew out near the savanna, looking like they were getting ready for another controlled burn. Overcast, windy.
10 Things
- the smell of freshly cut grass somewhere — was it near Wabun, or was that at my last run through Wabun
- the top of a wooden fence, missing
- another fence top, broken and slanted
- gushing water below, 1: on the bridge connecting the veterans home and the river road
- gushing water below, 2: above the falls, the creek below
- gushing water below, 3: the sewer pipe in the 42nd street ravine
- shshshsh of the soft suface on the dirt trail next to the paved path
- the very LOUD monthly severe weather siren that blasts the first Wednesday of every month
- a few school buses in the falls parking lot, at least one group of people clustered above the falls
- empty benches
grids and holes 1
A favorite journal, Unlost, is open for submissions. They feature found and visual poems. I’d like to submit a few of my found poems, so today I started fine-tuning holes 1. First I finished drawing grids and my blind spot/hole on the panels of the essay:
I could keep all the pages intact, then place some plastic over all them OR I could cut out the grids, put plastic over each, then place them beside each other to create the poem. I also like the idea of the double grid with pins and thread. Maybe I’ll try the pins tomorrow (and maybe I’ll leave the plastic for non-hole poems?).