Good Day, My Streetsman

One thing I am proud of doing in 2025, outside of finishing a book, was writing a particular micro-poem.

In 17 syllables, I infer the existence of 3 characters, a setting, mannerisms…and then also execute a drug deal all in a character monologue.

good day, my streetsman
count albert praised your tonics—
two weeds please. thank you.

When I write these small forms, I fully inhabit them. I’m on that street somewhat unsure of how drug transactions really work, so of course I’m saying “two weeds please”. That is how we talk in my country. My horse-drawn conveyance is just over there, my good sir. Shall we take luncheon upon the morrow?

This is what I expect for the next few months into 2026 - just broadcasting my manifesto into the void to help crystallize it into reality:

• I will write dozens more of these. I use them to explore situations, voices, and general ideas without committing too much.
• Some will get expanded into longer poems
• I will read furiously throughout - The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis is already on the nightstand.
• I will start on another book.
• I will document most of it here.