Counting the centuries
One breath away from mother Oceanía
Your nimble feet make prints in my sands
You have done good for yourselves
Since you left my wet embrace
And crawled ashore
I'm starting over again.
New domain, new look, new spaces to carve out in rock-beds and shorelines. My life has been all over the place lately, drastic highs and crushing lows, optimism and defeat making me dizzy when I wake up in the morning and keeping me pinned in my bed at night. I'm coping with it. I'm taking great strides to rein in the chaos one day at a time. I'm writing things down, throwing other things out, polishing others still and sending them out to editors and publishers who hopefully know what the hell to do with them. I certainly don't.
Like all things, this is a work in progress.
Stay tuned.
