Winter weather

I have been reading a lot of philosophy related books lately. I’m enjoying what I’m learning but my poetry is suffering. 

My reading choices are not conducive to writing images. Even the fiction I’m reading at present relates more to philosophy and arguments.

For now I don’t have poetic ideas or poetic moments. It’s a whiteout like the weather in the East Coast.

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