Cheers my dears! Again I’ve slipped into a hiatus that could be full of excuses- but none will pass these fingers, for somethings must be kept to the self until the right time to disclose or discuss.

Simply, all creative flows, come and go in their due time, and who am I to say likewise? I appreciate that everything fuels itself with divine timing, and my fingers have felt rather nimble over the last couple of months- so I felt a need to drop in with some poetics.

I am prose at heart- but some times, the words form in shorter lines and it’s been a while since we danced so simply together.

There is no larger need for a backdrop.

July 4, 2026

I am butter

I am steel

I am mutable metal, decadent and delicious

I am hard

I am soft

Given contact with submission or repression

I am fluid

I am frost

I am the anchor and the antenna

I am alone on the sea

August 11,2026

Hard discussions, harbored

Happened at 11 am

The atmosphere calm enough for emotional clarity

Space enough to release pent up energy

Left lingering in stagnant corners

It takes two days for the dice to fall

The settling in

The respect of boundaries

Eased in by the reflections of preference

Hit by the arrows of discernment

The wound reactive only with condensed pain

The past wounds begin to bleed with synaptic resonance

Already existing with calm collection