…takes no skill to understand it; but mastery to write it…
I notice I’m having the thought “this sucks”
A world of difference.
With a new name…comes the refocusing.
But first the reviewing…
When I look back over my past year of starting to write and “publish” on this blog for all the handful of readers around the world to enjoy, I see a story unfolding of my experience and mental wanderings through different interests and foci, ups and downs, moods and tempers…all the usual.
At times I’m tempted to go back and delete/edit as not everything I’ve written still rings true with where I am today. But I’ve chosen not to. What is here is a story within the poems; it’s my growing and learning and processing. It is what it is. There’s delusion and sadness and misunderstanding. But there’s also truth.
And I think that’s worth something; even if I don’t love or agree with everything that’s come before. So I’m leaving it…
And moving on somewhat as well.
I’d like to start taking my writing more in the direction of some short stories, some autobiographical musings, and that sort of thing. I’ll still throw in some poetry here and there; and I may play with some themed essays too.
We shall see.
My life is quite the unwritten book these days. Many doors seem to be opening at the same time some that have needed to be shut are finally finding their way closed. I seem to be flipping in and out of states more frequently and finding more flow and comfort in the whole dance. I have no idea where it’s all leading; but it feels like a good trip so far.
some still and quiet voice
shouts (dry and hoarse)
yet the echo returns:
Go, Find, Be, Live
the meek and tender soul
— empty pensive and undone;
hiding in tomorrows
lying with promises
(so many yesterdays!)
why this is all done
and when it will ever be
just (please) not — today.