There is a god of liminal space:
Of the black between stars
And the white that muzzles wayward verbs
Of the space between the right lie
And the wrong truth
And the time before that which we remembered
To remember.
This god of threshold
Is no unfeeling Olympian
Nor a martyr for our deliverance.
This god neither confers nor confiscates
But merely roosts atop our tongues and toes
In anticipation of anticipation.
Your writing is good. I think you need to change your header to something more positive. Your undertakings don't fail, and they don't blow up. Sometimes they will, but that's a good thing; it means you're taking chances.
ReplyDeleteChange your heading to something that captures who you are TODAY, compared to who you were a year ago when you started the blog.
You.
Are.
A.
Writer.
Welcome to the club.