Summer class is killing me.  I hate math, but more importantly, I hate being bored with a class.  In this case, I'm "learning" things I learned many years ago in this place called high school.  

I haven't been writing much lately because of work and school.  Hopefully my poetry reading will go well.  

Anyways I have to add this: 

through the nights/of dimmed lights and louching/breaking the world block by block/stranded in a plane of thought/ as the waves sing/and the moon erupts/there is no bridge that I haven't burned