I've been reading and focused on the "bread-and-butter". Sorry for not posting any new poems. Sometimes I feel like my muse /|\ has abandoned me, I'm sure she is still with me. I believe she is waiting for me to come to some conclusion, I seem unable to arrive at (currently). I'm also certain that this inability to produce anything of any creative value is somehow beneficial, not sure how beyond: it has taught me to truly value the days (moments, times, &c.) when the poetry flows from within. I just figured I owe anyone who follows or checks out the site an update, and to explain to them (you) why there hasn't been any production as of late. Thanks to all who continue to stop by and read a bit, and I hope that some of the work entertains you.