Between a rock...

I'm stuck somewhere between I don't have the drive to write prose and I'm not comfortable sharing my poetry.

Recent Inspirations

Few things feel quite as transcendental as Snow Patrol and poetry. Especially on a slow, Sunday afternoon. It's like a nap for your soul.



And because I don't know if it's ethical to post poets' works on personal blogs, follow the link: The Bees Have Not Yet Left Us.

Home Again

I'm hanging out at Megan's house today. Drinking tea and eating pancakes. Chris is here, too. We're home!

Home is wherever I'm with you.