Sunday, August 18, 2013

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.