Greetings all, old friends and new, those who have so kind as to drop by and leave a comment, or a watch. It has been a long time since I have truly been here, as there was a time earlier this year when everything almost seemed to stop. Poetry, prose, art in general lost its appeal. . .you could go so far as to say I was depressed, I suppose.

Day and night, sun and moon simply passed me by, and it was not until the day of a great thunderstorm that I began to think about poetry again. How easy it is to get caught up in the mundane details of life! To leave yourself with nothing, drowning yourself in activity to ward away the pain inside.

And then I saw a play. . ."Dream of a Common Language", and from it gained the will to begin writing again, just as the main character began to paint again after so long. If you haven't seen the play, then I would greatly recommend it. . .

You may have noticed my new signature, a quote from the piece itself, and I think that that would be a fitting way to close off this entry. But for now, I return, and I look forward to seeing you all in the future.

"No one lives in this room without confronting the whitness of the wall behind the poems, planks of books, photographs, of dead heroines. Without contemplating last and late the true nature of poetry. The drive to connect. The dream of a common language."

-Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language