Nearly a year and a half later I am here to update you all on where I am.

I have published a book of poetry. It was one of those ordeals, both physical and emotional, that whipped you through a variety of grime, slime, and cleaning machines-- then clopped the remnants in the wind, hung them up to dry.

The strangest part was, once finished, i could not find words. For nearly a month after finishing + i could not speak as eloquently as i knew i could, nor write words as winsomely as i have. It was a very bizarre incident, resulting im sure from the constant push that last month before publication.

Anyways. I'm back and writing now and almost finished with my second book called "Not Quite Black and White"
well, thast the working title.

I'll also try to put up some of my newer works, for what was and is still here on thsi site are from a more immature day. not to say that those emotions were invalid, no of course not, just juvenile. I have grown. nad know better now.

things always seem to work like that.