I haven’t been writing — because shit is hard. There’s too much to write down, to get out, and unless I become a fiction writer soon — that is just start making things up… I’m going to have to get past this writer’s block. I’ve written a whole lot of haiku in the last few years, like, a whole a lot, a lot. And really, if I can’t manage seventeen syllables a day — well I might as well start tossing the writer’s notebooks.
So for my baby, on his birthday —
Five years past, and you,
were just an idea, But now,
always my sweet Keegs.