Gratitude and a New Look

As I write this, I am thinking of the poets who are also friends, and how they sustain me.

Although the act of writing is a solitary endeavor, which I find to be one of its greatest appeals, being read (by which I mean being seen) requires others.

And endeavoring in anything almost invariably, at some point, requires external support.

Here I go again, stating the obvious. But it's all by way of saying that I am truly blessed by friends who are splendid poets and even more splendid human beings. They inspire me by example and improve my poetry with their feedback.

And I am not just saying this because today during a zoom session I mentioned this blog and said I might share a link to it.

On another note, the neighborhood has started the 8pm "howl," a pandemic ritual that I'm sure is meant to release tensions and build community, but which I can't help but see as something out of A Clockwork Orange or Lord of the Flies. No doubt I read too many dystopian novels as a young adult. Wait. Is that even possible?

Oh, and I'm trying a new look and layout for this blog. We'll see how it goes; the chartreuse background had lost any appeal it might have once had.