My truly beloved typewriter, my AusRoyal 9400, is in need of repairs since its return from SOAK.
So this is the perfect time to start playing bingo, right?
Casual rambles, short stories and poetry done casually
It all goes much slower than one would like. But the time still goes and with it comes an update on my first ever poetry collection, Lyrics for a Song I Don’t Know & an announcement!
“Chachi,” I said with a half-smile curling at the corner of my lips, “you can’t tell me that.”
“Oh?” she responded with a tone of surprise.
“Yeah, if you dare me to do it, I’ll have to do it,” I stated with [the] assurance of a fait accompli.
“Oh, well, I dare you, then.”
“Fu–.”
I intended to release a poem a day (every weekday) & I already fucked it up.
But that’s okay, because we’re gonna dust off the shoulders & get back on it anyways.
Read about changes to the blog, the Patreon & the way we’re doing things.
I am exhausted. Exhausted from driving, from burning, from finishing up my manuscript.
And yet I’ve never felt so alive.
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.
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.
The Casual Ramble 