Poems and poetry as experiential art experiments, created by a dedicated core, sparking consciousness river, word slurry. A harvest of poems and creative thought from a creative collective cadre. These two weeks: "read" something illegible.
Thanks for this, *J*, if I were to learn to paint, that would be what I'd want to do, express/convey the "painting brushless" of "orange flame" evanescent. I appreciate the paradox of truths in your succinct stanzas. Want to conjure a prompt about koan poems...or fire gazing (perhaps a whole epic-earth series on the elements?)... or some other riffstream...?