Why do you blog?
A quick and easy fix of creative output.
That said, by the original definition of “blog,” it could be argued that I don’t blog and never did much of it, as my posts are not of a journaling / thoughts on “X” variety and rarely have been.
a shrine watches
over a calm harbor as
storm winds buffet.
over a ridge,
and a sprawling city grows
into my wilderness.
The Sandman, Vol. 3: Dream Country by Neil Gaiman
Men say they know many things;
But lo! they have taken wings, --
The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;
The wind that blows
Is all that any body knows.
tattered butterfly
comes to rest after a
spastic last dance.
How are you feeling right now?
Excellent. Thanks for asking.
the temple bell clangs:
heard from a distance,
it does not fade.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 