My Return

It's been awhile, I know. I don't know what made me stay away.

But an old mentor dropped by to say hello today, and to give me a proof copy of her book, and seeing her made me feel inspired, because while I've looked at the books I've written and thought, "Ugh," and shoved them into drawers, she looked at hers and thought, "This could really be something, if I worked at it," and then she worked at it.

I should do that.

I haven't read hers yet, but I have a feeling it's going to be good. I asked her to sign the inside, and she wrote, "Thank you so much for helping me discover my passion," because, I suppose, I did - I egged her on when she said she wanted to write. And then she went ahead and wrote me under the table. Holding her signed book in my hand, self-published but getting ready for bigger things, I resolved to follow her example.

So, to begin, I'm going to post a new poem. Then, I'm going to post a short story, a whole one this time, in instalments. I'll edit it and everything. After that, we'll see.

Spark

A simmering, a shimmering, a shimmying of the soul as it shines beneath the jazzlights of the stars. You are.

You are you are you are you are you are you are.

Real.

And skirts are swirling in the desert of the night that you once knew as barren.