In a kind of fit of prose rage I decided to write up an article on Seward Park. I must admit it was a trying process–I’ve been writing abstract poetry since the spring quarter of school ended, and so there were indeed three or so drafts of the darn thing. But it’s done. Here’s an excerpt:

City life fails to follows the swarms. It’s miraculous. Urbanism and all its dirty glory stays away. I’ve been at Seward Park in the thick of the warmest days, where the Seattle sky is that remarkable, buoyant blue of forever, Mount Rainier doing poses in the Cascades, and I’ve found the same relief as others. It’s casual. It’s hypnotizing.