Welcome. I ought not try to be so funny. In abstraction, the blog will not follow a formulaic schedule of topics on given days, as some events or ideas require prolonged discussion. Nor will this be an exercise in randomness. Rather, I encourage and invite strangers and associates to comment. Shortly, I will provide some links to my limited literary exploits. For today, I will leave off in the fashion of asshole Garrison Keillor with a poem, one of my own:
in sleep, the twist and arch
arch, disquieted and still,
shades agony,
revels in contempt,
reflects cast iron light
washed white
as it slides by city windows
rethink and murmur
in a secret tongue
known solely
by you and your devils
all tricks
unrequited vows
and
the compacts of resolve.
old wars rage fiercest at dawn
and daybreak's false respite,
born of boredom,
awaits the clamor to renew.
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