(I’m blogging out of Tumblr while I s l o o o o o o w l y sort out the mess with my webhost after this hacking nightmare. Thanks for hanging like a stalactite! Mwah!)
While walking my pooch this morning, I had a shoulder-tapping hankering for writing some poetry. I haven’t jotted down any in a while—definitely not since I made the decision to release Virtues & Occultations in serial form—and I remembered that while in redrafting/editing mode, I need regular doses of stimulus to keep the creative wheels greased. Therefore, I challenged myself to knock out a seven-by-seven in seventeen minutes about seventeen minutes ago. Here’s what I got:
Distances are defined by
monochromatic shades: white
space, where light is not absorbed,
is where disconnects occur.
So I propose that we live
inside the darkest spots, where
all the colors congregate.
I feel much better now! Thanks!
Book 2 of Ministers of Grace goes on here. Book 1 is still 99¢ on Amazon. And I will continue to blather here.