I used to tell people when I had people to tell that I was more proud of my 100 or so followers on this poetry blog than any of the other followings I have on any other platform. And I have thousands of followers across different sites. I don’t keep up with the numbers because, again, it’s not about the numbers.

I have a journal. I’m going to screenshot this sucker.

And not trim it because who cares. Yes, I have a lot of tabs open. I research in a very particular way that works for me. I have TONS of RAM. Don’t worry about me.

That probably doesn’t look anything like a journal to you. I made a weak attempt at keeping a journal but that is probably about 1% of this document. It’s hundreds of ideas that I have saved that I can finish at any time. Some are finished and I’m just sandbagging to keep from flooding my audience with too much. I’m more prolific than anyone can keep up with.

But my most intimate thoughts are contained in my poetry and I’ve always said that if I want anything I create to be seen long after I am gone, or this 3-D version of me that I use multiple monikers to label at least, then it’s my poetry. So thank you sincerely for reading. I’m going to load you up with things to read as soon as this crippling stomach pain goes away.