Blacking Out The Universe
started with a mid-November writing funk. November often does that to me.
In a pile of papers I had stacked "to do something with later," I found a college astronomy textbook. A Sharpie lay nearby.
Blackout poetry, I thought. Why not? And while you're why-notting, why not commit to a poem a day? For...49 days. Seven by seven. It had a nice symmetry. Plus seven is my number.
So it began.
I'm still figuring out the best presentation, but here they are, in the raw.