I hope each of your wings strengthened this weekend. I hope your hair thickened and shone back the soft glow of the midnight moon. I hope your bad leg had a good few days, allowing you to take that much needed ramble and howl howl howl at the glassy-eyed stars.
I hope you fully actualized your potential this weekend. I don’t think I did, but I had a time making a go of it.
The good folks over at The Drabble published a newer poem of mine this morning. It’s called “Is This Living?” It’s short. In fact, I wrote it in the margins of the second or third draft of a new novel I was editing a few weeks back.