hi there again. (smile). thanks very much for stopping by. i appreciate it.
and yes, pretty much exactly how it is for me most days. ha! i always say God is a funny duck. the sense of humor!
but yes, it is about the matter of need and not want. and sometimes i don't know what my needs are. or it's that they can be harder to discern. not sure. i try to limit my wants (because i have a lot), though most days i don't think they are such tough demands. maybe the lesson is - let go about it all. as it ALWAYS seems to work out for the best reasons after the fact.
I'd like to comment on your "Jude" piece, and the mattress eating one, but your pages don't allow comments.... that is too damn bad, because I would like to go off awhile about your works. I feel like I've walked down a long railroad track and stared at the scatterings of a train wreck stretching along miles of track... such twisted, horribly realistic colors and images to linger over in your writing. Partial sentences with descriptions pressed down without verbs sometimes, glued along here and there as punctuations... just like drinking shots, looking at your writing is like throwing back a mixture of alcohols and then trying to sit up straight and formulate a picture afterwards while your head is spinning...
Before I go any further, let me just say that drinking shots is one of my favorite things, that I deTEST reading a story that leads me by the nose, thinking for me and explaining everything and keeping me bored and turning the pages just to SEE if it is as cliché-to-form as I expect. I love reading things that spin my mind, I love having to think about what I'm reading and trying to piece together the mystery of the writers' mind.
In other words... thank you. I wish I could comment on your poems' pages.