I feel like I have just been sucked out of a vacuum. In truth, I think the muse had just gone. It needed a small break before it could engage for a full weekend at Tygh Valley for SOAK.
Casual rambles, short stories and poetry done casually
April is a month of birthdays and I have here a collection of poems that occurred to me as little isolated thoughts and vignettes from the month, some obvious some not. They’re all still works in progress, per usual. But I’m learning how to kill my darlings and share!
Trying out a new thing where I still write my thoughts out on my typewriter, but also write them out below for legibility’s sake. Am I overthinking it? I think I already did. Now it’s time to find some joy.
I have a couple of things I’m keen to share but are not quite ready yet. In the meantime, however, I have this ramble about Sean Solomon, an independent singer-songwriter from Los Angeles.
I’m not here to make predictions or provide insight to what might happen on the court.
I just want to share a taste of what the end of five years between playoff appearances felt like.
I meant to finish this ramble last month and never did. Sometime its feels like the words need to pressure cook before they come bursting out. Regardless, I’ve dated this ramble to the day that it first entered my mind. Enjoy!
Big news for the Casual Ramble has come this week! And of course the ramble has nothing to do about it. Which is probably why it’s happening.
The April poetry drop is now available. Check out last month’s drop and stay up to date with The Casual Ramble’s monthly poetry drops by subscribing to the Patreon!
Took me all damn day to write this. But we got it done before the Portland Trail Blazers’ first postseason game in five years. I am hoping for a win and a chance at the Spurs in the first round, but until the dust settles in Phoenix I just want another chance to watch the Trail Blazers play.
I didn’t have much bandwith for a proper ramble today. So, I stepped back and wrote a poem for my age. It’s a first draft, and I already have ideas where to go with it, but for now I say we all just enjoy it as it is. A newborn poem is a rare a moment.
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