This year, I was lucky to be able to return to Europe for at least part of the 3:15 Experiment. It confirmed my belief that traveling is really the best way to do thisyour mind is continually active and drawing from new experiences. The poems written after my return (at least in MY opinion) gradually diminish in quality to the end of the month, when I found myself GRATEFUL that the month would end. Most of these latter poems find me consumed with finding a ding dang job (difficult in Seattle!).
The opening poems, however, have already been fleshed out here and there. Good stuff.