The Absence of Wavelength

That I Loved You

Just a reminder a poem was here, to be published in the future. Not lost upon t his poet how horrible a month for poetry it was, but to end like this. Deleting blog entries witnesses times and dates of random check ins, likes or comments. I could chart the highs and lows on dates, from comments/likes, numbers of hits for public items, patterns that spark curiosity, and could appear obvious. Who has time for that? Entries yet to remove before the big moving day. Let's keep kicking me in the shins to keep me moving. I like extra motivation.

Saudade


9.15.24

I only needed the one sentence for bulletin board material back in 2008. It's not long game. It's life.