Sneak-peek into the process:
I always write by hand, with my F-402 ballpoint pn (black ink), in one-subject spiral notebooks, the cheap kind that come in different colors (mostly I go with red, purple and yellow, occasionally blue or black, never green). In that my handwriting has grown exponentially more glyphic, I try and transcribe from page to screen as quickly as possible, giving myself a better chance of being able to decipher what it is I’ve written. My trasnlation rate of success for myself remains pretty high, and what I lose in translation I trust will later return in other runs of text or reimagined forms.
This is a poem-in-progress, “The New Romantics.”
The writing life is a beautiful thing, something to which I have long been devoted and do my best to honor, word by miraculous word.