Wild will come
wild creatures soon die
if degenerated
and in captivity
you must not judge you see
they will not thrive in the house they live in
There should be fresh air
Cut the bindings off of books found at a used book store. Find poems in the pages by the process of obliteration. Put pages in the mail and send them all around the world. Lather, rinse, repeat.
The idea of having an entire book of poems just waiting to be revealed captured my imagination.
This blog will contain my alterations and subsequent foundpoems.
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