Hello out there, wherever you are. Welcome once again to my all-but-moribund blog.
I see I wrote a post four years ago announcing my triumphant return to these cyber pages, and then nothing. Just an eerie silence. Four years! What the hell? I guess I wasn’t back after all. But this time, I mean business! This time I’m really back, no fooling around. At least I think so.
We shall see and time will tell.
In the meanwhile (ie, between now and the end of time), I share with you some kind of poetic ramblings from my daily journal for your consideration. It is my plan, ongoing, to share some things I am working on, for your consideration. And so without further ado:
(Hmmmm. What shall I title this? October 12, 2025? Sure. Let’s go with that.)
October 12, 2025
OK now son you’ve been here before you know the rules you know the ropes you know what to do you know the ins and the outs and the highs and the lows just keep your head down and your phone in your pocket and your eyes on the page and try and forget that fight you had for the hundredth time and that once again your bank account is as empty as a drunken promise and that tooth ache that is not going away and that summer that is gone with a cold winter looming and the winds have turning cold and try and forget the landlord raising the rent and the politicians who lie and the church that stands empty and your pencil lead that keeps breaking and your hip that is aching and your heart that is yearning and your lungs that are burning and your hands that are shaking and that the plans you are making will surely fall apart and nothing you say or do or think will make the slightest bit of difference in a world steeped in greed and lies and anger and hatred and anything else and everything else none of that matters all that matters is you here now this broken pencil the blank page patiently waiting take a deep breath and begin again —
End of whatever that was.
Thanks for reading! See you soon. I won’t let four years go by the time, promise.
eugene stickland 