Awoke with port-flecked lips to sun rising over Ala'er like the incandescent pupil of a half-drunk god. Dumbstruck, I searched for words, but did not have them. Perhaps no one did.
Eyes welling with tears, I realized that it did not matter. No stanza, no photograph, no oils on canvas are worth a good goddamn without someone to share in the moment that inspires them. Our lives are only worth living together.
Friends and family, I love you all.


April Fools! Read Ovid in my boxers while sipping a reasonable facsimile of paint thinner. Thought of writing poetry, but feel asleep with my face on a shoe.
Oh man, I totally got you guys so bad.