It’s been a minute since I’ve written something here, aside from the posting of various media mediums and scraps of scribblings(the late night, right before bed kind usually). It isn’t for lack of things to say–quite the opposite, in fact. These days all of my senses are attached to the buds in the trees, the flower stalks pushing up, how the sun feels on bare arms. I’m really into the progression right now. Also, spring cleaning put me in a choke hold recently–I’m diaphragm-deep in notebooks forgotten about, photgraphs, piles of keep or ditch. Abacus is thoroughly enjoying the rapid change of terrain in my bedroom–new things to climb on! New pillars of objects to hide behind!

Poetry tonight, a gig at the New Hazlett on Saturday, class and shows in between. Last night it was sitting shotgun through the North Side, blaring beats and giggling the entire way. Making up food requests for our fictitious “Helen” in the parking lots. Riding the bike, planning a substantial trip home for family birthdays(my sister and my niece share a date). It is simple, but that’s good. I have more to say, but for now this will have to do.