I’ll apologize for the obvious and move along. I haven’t posted for over a year and I’m sorry for that. Not that I can really think of a reason for anyone to be truly offended at my absence, but it’s been a disservice and puts a nail in the lid of another half finished coffin.
I’ve toyed with a new post multiple times, but fear always drove me away. Right now I’m here because I’ve sacrificed to dark malevolence of fear enough to last me a long long time.
Its a sobering moment when you realize that most of the pride you possess is sequestered in the past rather than functioning dynamically in the present. I have done things I am proud of. But I have not continued to do them, and for that I am ashamed. It is a temporary denial of the calling on my life and the creative potential I believe and have received so much investment and encouragement in.
With that said, I obviously didn’t just apologize and move on, but here’s poem to distract you.
-Stitches-
Move lyracism into the boughs cradle the inciting body as she levers all willpower and wontpower against your modest intentions — your modest intentions mark the path like pebble in the sand or in a wedge of meadow high with queen anne’s lace and wide-blade grasses
Like a wound sutured with golden thread the task and the solution are as unequally matched as a sunrise and the act of waking up.
Forgiven Zac. Beautifully written.