Taking this blog in a new direction, since writing about my everyday life just wasn't working out for me. (Notice there are an overwhelming two or three posts in over a year?) Perhaps a more artistic form of expression will motivate, namely poetry, interspersed with moments of visual art and perhaps a smattering of brief essays. I enjoy writing, but simply fail to give it the place it deserves in my life. Of course, "the muse" can be evasive and certainly inconsistent; I also don't live hooked up to my computer and usually write in a traditional journal. So.... I'll simply relax and see what decides to appear on this blog.
August:
intoxication from
the scent of sunlight
the drone of cicadas
the touch of dusk
on moist skin.
We are older
now, drowsy;
imagine a yellow field,
a solitary tree,
a taste of berries.
And come,
sleep away the last warm
dream of Summer.