I wrote this and don’t really know what to do with it. It’s a love poem, of course.
Since we are into this NaNo-planning thing, how about an excerpt?
New life best life. I am reminded of that every day.
Quarantine shmuarantine. Let’s get creative.
I am doing and becoming new things. Things have been a little manic and unkempt and … I’ve been a bit sad. A bit down, just with everything going on in the world and everything going on personally. I might talk about it here at some point, but for now, I’ll leave it at that.Continue reading “so I’ve been thinking”
This piece was published in 2013 in Burningword Literary Journal. I have it linked on my Poetry page, but it looks like you need an account on that website to see this now. So, here you go! On the commute homethe clouds form a tableatop four grain silos,each grand, different. It reminds me of you.Continue reading “Poem: Farmland”
Here’s to more reading, more writing, more poetry, and more love in 2020. A toast for the new year and new things that will bring me joy.
The Journal of Dungeoneering for Hip and Attractive Professionals releases the following call for papers and art to fill its inaugural issue.
Please, for the love of god just read this book.
I follow this Lamp Post into my future, as it leads into the rest of my life.