You may have noticed I’ve been writing poetry. A colleague of mine from the bookshop is also writing poems. Thirty poems, thirty days! You can do it too. This is the third poem I wrote today. I wrote it while walking down Harbord Street, and it went click at Harbord and Major. I think the location was serendipitous.
This is why
She bakes pie.
Why can I write so many of these short, pithy poems? Because I can do them in my head while walking down the street, and they are easy to remember until I get to a place where I can write them down. True story.