I have been away for a time. Not forgotten you by any means. Merely choking, gasping for breath, considering options, flying over, dancing on the head of a pin. I needed time to explore, realize, puzzle through. I still marvel at each day, attempt to master the morning, repair my soul and my iPad, understand my dog.
My time has not been your time. Or has it? Consider this: as I renew myself, so will you profit. My work has not ceased, but rather increased. More poems for life. And death. Or any other feeling or mood that strikes in the course of my day…but mostly morning. Sun up is best for my brain, despite lack of air or slumber.
A new book is on the horizon. I am filling it with myself. No title secured as yet. Stay tuned.