i’ve been spelunking in the caverns of my poetry-lined past for a few days now, hoping to unearth a fossil here and there that may be interesting to someone other than myself. most of what i’ve discovered is a bunch of broken artifacts that need much dusting and patching. (i haven’t yet decided if i have that sort of dedication.) anyway, i have found a few things that i’ll likely include in my gallery. keep in mind some of these poems date back over a decade, when mastodons and smilodons roamed the earth.

k.

i’m back, though i’m not entirely sure in what capacity. i think it’s as a writer.

yeah, let’s go with that.

it’s been months.

lack of activity is mostly all there is to report—my computer decided to end it all and i have to tell you, being without one is really not such a bad way to be. there’s been no hurry to replace it, obviously.

i haven’t written anything in ages, and i miss it. i miss it.

“take a trip,” my friend roger would tell me. “you’ll start writing again.”
“where?” i would ask.
“anywhere.”

anywhere. ah, that’s a place i’ve heard of.

_{reclaim your inspiration from whatever made off with it.}

i keep saying i will, and one day that will be. it’ll make sense eventually.

and so begins year two for me on dA. it’s been a strange year, but at least i’ve met some interesting people. well, virtually anyway.

between february 1, 2008 and february 1, 2009 i only managed to write a measly ten poems. ten. bad, bad. something’s bound to come pouring out eventually, right?

i want to thank the friends i’ve made here for being awesome. and thanks to everyone else for giving me and my silly words a chance. it means a lot.


_{over the past few days i’ve compiled the 180 poems i’ve posted here so far into a blog for easier reading, if you're interested. you can find it here: heart full of bends. i’ll keep adding to it as i go along. a warning, though—blogspot has been acting sort of wonky in firefox lately. not sure why.}