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Sweet 3/11/21 Sweet Soft       Curled Up Love

Where Have You Been? 3/11/21 Weeks have passed with no word from you. Once you wrote to me every day. Have you since forgotten our love? Have you forgotten your promise? I will carry on without you and your words. You will continue to only think of me when it suits you. I have missed reading your thoughts and ramblings. Maybe you have not thought of me at all. It would not surprise me. You only ever write when you have something to say.

Wow. Has it really been this long since I've posted? This year has gotten away from. Like many others, I am having the most difficult time focusing on things these days. The pandemic is partly to blame. Grief also bares some responsibility. But, mostly it's me.  The good news is that I have not completely set aside my writing goals. There have been days that I've written and not posted. There have been days that I haven't written. There have been days that I've written multiple pieces. All in all, it balances out, I think. My mom passed away in January of 2020, just before the pandemic hit the US. She had been ill for quite a while prior to that, having been admitted into the hospital in April of 2019 and never being released. She would ultimately pass at the hospital. During the years leading up to that extended hospital and rehab stay, she had been dealing with multiple medical issues that were progressively and aggressively accelerating. Diabetes, heart disease, ...

The Sky Is on Fire 2/23/21 Orange and yellow Pink and purple Remnants of blue Attempt to douse The flames Unsuccessful Water as lava Flows beneath The inferno Reflecting its beauty For all to feel.

Opinions Are Like... 2/21/21 The hell with you And your opinions. They mean nothing. They are only the spiteful regurgitation of the hatred that was directed at you.

I have sat to write every day these last few weeks. There have been some productive days, and I've created some pieces I'm reasonably proud of. However, most of the time, I've been struggling to latch onto that nugget of an idea rolling around in my head.  This year, I've wanted to not just simply write every day, but write something of meaning. I also want to develop my writing by working on some larger pieces.  Maybe I'm putting too many restrictions and expectations on myself. Probably. I guess I'm no longer satisfied with writing crap just for the sake of writing something. Maybe I should be. And, I also don't want to keep rehashing topics or emotions I've explored time and again.  I have many ideas I want to explore, many topics to uncover. It feels like my efforts are trite, rambling and simply don't represent what I want to say fully.  I can't blame it on the pandemic lock down. I've been out working in the world for a few months, an...