For National Poetry Month, I’m writing poems inspired by words, lines, or images in Virginia Woolf’s Diary.
As she begins a new journal in February 1927, Woolf muses:
Why another volume?. . . What is the purpose of them? L. taking up a volume the other day said Lord save him if I died first & he had to read through these. My handwriting deteriorates. And do I say anything interesting? I can always waste an idle hour reading them. . .
And so, with a nod to Woolf and more than one nod to William Stafford,
Day #9: What’s In My Notebook
Lost & found things.
Idle hours. Silence.
A line to follow.
Seeds. Crumbs.
Wild hares.
Sometimes the river;
sometimes the nearly dry creek
by the cottonwoods.
❤ *satisfied sigh* And I had to pop on to say I LOVE your notebooks! You've probably answered this in the past, but where do you get them? Do they store well without the spiral part interfering with the one next to it? Miss you, friend.
Miss you too! These are Daler-Rowney Cachet Sketchbooks, and I order online from Blick Art Materials. They line up beautifully on a shelf either side by side or stacked! So they store like a dream! I’m sitting here looking at a full shelf of them all lined up right now in fact!