So, when I am inexplicably away, it is because I have been sucked into the vortex, chained down, deep in the mire of academic writing. Hopefully a year to a year and a half from now I will have my degree in hand entitling me to freedom from academia for a little while. I hope for now whoever may be following my adventures in writers land will stick with me.
In the absence of new material, a poem inspired by Jane Kenyon's poem "The Shirt":
The tree stands tall
and its limbs reach out in every direction
soaking in the sun to feed its core
deep in its trunk that sinks below the surface where
roots splay out in every direction clinging to the
dirt, seeking water, staying alive.Greedy tree.