Back in December I posted my sketchbook and notebook ideas for Stanchion. I knew at least one version of it would be a haptic poem and the result is in Gallery. A ‘verse’ in barnboard and barbed wire, saying something or nothing about fences, walls, barriers, all of our own making. Another version of Stanchion is tending toward a collage setting for a poem, a draft fragment of which is in Reading Room. It isn’t logical to get wordy about a wordless poem and the draft of the poem may just disintegrate as the barnboard is, leaving the me wordless.