”“I write down all of my poetry.”“That’s a good start. A poet should write something on paper every day, but does what you write have the sa...me effect, say, as what you recite—as in a slam, for instance?”“Why does that matter?”“It matters a lot if you want your words more than your personality to be important to people. What you do now—that’s what an actor does or a performer. Poets aren’t exactly performers, now are they?”“It’s the evolution of poetry,” said Claude, “stemming back from the Beat. She pushed by the weed-whacker and managed a good hip-check on the street hockey net stored outside the laundry room.She sorted through the laundry, separating the whites from the coloured. She shook her head at the quantity of sport socks and underwear her boys went through on a bi-weekly basis. The water flowed noisily into the tub as Andrea sprinkled a copious cup of detergent into the mix. Turning, she thought she heard footsteps running down the stairs, but that was ridiculous. Her husband. She said that whenever I am not in city,she sleeps with him & she can’t tell him not to do anything & he also dosn’t listen to her he is very adamant & he does what ever he wants & she just accepts it. After hearing this I am even more worried thinking that my wife is not able to say no to him & since he has the habit of taking nude photos of my wife I feel after he really gets close to my wife he might even tell my wife that he wants to fuck her in front of his friends & I am not sure how my. In the morning I was up by 0720. I needed to shave but didn’t have a razor. I would ask Jill about the beard removal spell, and see about a razor and shaving cream later today, after the haircut that I also needed.Jill was making breakfast when I arrived in the kitchen after taking care of my morning preparations.“Eggs?” she asked as I entered.“Yes, that’s fine.”“Make some toast. There’s jam out,” she told me. There was bread and a bottle of jam there by the toaster.“Okay,” I acknowledged,.