My hope was to do these quick sketch-poem-interviews more regularly, but it's summer and this year has been like a hopeful drive to somewhere you eventually realize does not exist, so can you blame me for winging it out to the ocean at every opportunity--and anyway, the sound grass is already going blond this late July.

A thing I inked rapidly after rereading 'Spark of the Sky Stag’s Great Heart'

So, maybe read this poem from Sarah Messer now but then again when you are home after many hour...