Well. I finally have my blog working!
I feel like a fish who has just escaped his tank to live in the ocean, 'Great... Now what?'
This is something I wrote in English at the start of the year:
Slinks into the room
Red lipstick, so divine.
Takes a look around,
Drinking her red wine.
Straightens her red dress,
The red curtain falls.
Drifting to her entourage,
Each red rose calls.
Song of the Sage
Swamp eyes silently alluding
to deep balmy secrets
kept secluded in their catacombs
of dusty bones hinting at ritual;
elusive within sacred tombs
where voices once rose frothing
enchantments, caught in a star-lit gaze
hiding behind the misty veil.
Gentle insistence upon parted lips
urging the journey into darkness,
with the caressing shadow's kiss,
lost within these decedent
Where to start?
I've missed LitNet badly...but I've been going through a lot.
I'm in Puerto Rico, and had started a Master's program in English Literature, but am no longer planning on sticking with the program. I've discovered just how much growing I have yet to do, and have realized that a lot of that growing needs to be done by spending time with my family, of which I have none here in PR.
So, it's back home for me.
I also realize that
I've been thinking about this for a little while now, since that day when the autumn mist decended reminding me of the special time that is this season, that is autumn, unique, bold and distinctive amongst seasons. It is, for me, a wonderful time of year, and though it is a time when the world dies back and things become sparse and bare at the same time it encompasses that last glorious flush of life, the fire before the burning, and it is this that marks out autumn as a special time for me.
What should I do?
We have these friends whom we've known for about five years; our daughters were born at about the same time (five years ago) and are really close. They're good people, but they have this one peccadillo that's really hard for us to handle. It makes the relationship feel thin. And it will make my wife explode if it persists. What am I talkin' about?
Not just any secrets, ridiculous secrets about a particular subject: where
Updated 10-20-2009 at 12:54 PM by The Comedian