Grapes Picked Fresh Off the Vine
Getting Down to Business 02/13/21
So here's the trouble I ran into with the Poetry page. I, a security professional with no web building skills to speak of (apart from that rad xanga layout I customized in 2004), decided a few years ago that I was going to build this shit from scratch and figure things out as I went. And that's exactly what I did! I'm relatively proud of what I've got here.
BUTT.
Like teaching myself anything, I've picked up a ton of bad habits and tiny, easily avoidable tangles for someone with know-how, have turned into these gnarly, gum-stuck knots, and I just can't avoid it anymore. There's too much to pull apart. I don't have time to perform the necessary cleaning actions without just taking the fucking shears to it and starting over.
I'd wanted to avoid that, but it's going nowhere. So. Snip snip, motherfuckers.
New poetry posted 07/15/19
"Mercury is in retrograde"
Three women agreed on this today.
And I don't pretend to know what any of that means,
but it would explain all the fuckery of late.
"His father says I shouldn't carry him anymore. And that's why he's not around" - HERE