It’s time for me to take another of my breaks from Social Media. For my sanity, as much as anything else. I’ll leave the comments open, and promise to answer anyone who leaves a comment, sooner or later.
I will not be idle! I have some work to do on this site, as well as a lot of writing to catch up on, but I need to find a bit of time for life in general, too.
I’ll leave you with this poem.
Thin, wind-threaded branches:
Spilled black ink against storm light
Rook-song echoes from cold rocks
Patches of rain-lain foot-snaring nettles
In wind-rolled grass
Emerging from the holloway just then,
From beneath wind-whipped trees
Into involuntarily sucked breath of
If you liked this poem, you may like the poems in my new collection The Night Bus, available here.