[Tonight’s ode is the first I’m moved to call a “Scribed Poem” rather than the usual Transcribed Poetic Dictation. It was precipitated by a prompt at a local poetry workshop hosted by The Portland Dirt. The invitation was for a triptych — three stanzas: one mundane, another romantic, and the third holy. I sat with eyes closed and allowed whatever words wished to come forward. This is a distinctly active form compared to my usual passive, unsolicited reception. Nonetheless, I offer it to you. It remains unedited like all that came before it. A worthy curiosity. How much more conscious is the process if solicited? Does solicitation move one from passive to active participant in the creative process? What even is writing. Who is it that writes, and to what end. We have a muse — but is the muse the voice? Or is the muse the license, and the voice something else? When a voice takes on another tone, does that make the voice new, or simply another character from the same actor?~ ] Received 8/27/2025 | 7:15pm
Companion Missive #9 - DREAM: YOU ARE READY (6/4/2022)
Listen to the Recitation:
I am in the bowl
My neighbors beside me
We wish upon each other
To join in our falling
Arm in arm, bewitched
By a perilous sense
