It has been six days since my last confession. Hurry along to the confessional and let's get started.
Reader--
I confess this has been a hard week. It's been a week with a lot of demands and I have tried to remain true to them. From school and school work to writing, to try to help another, but alas I have realized I am not magical or all-powerful. I am human and I have had limited success. Further, I am disappointed in my overall results. This is a self-disappointment, plain and simple.
Tonight, I listen to the news and am admittedly. angry. The Secret Service says they deleted text messages on Jan 5 and 6, 2021. This is only the most significant two days in recent American history. Plus their story has changed over and over. All agents working those two days need to sit and testify under oath before the Jan 6 Committee.
I'm happy to say that it seems my month of Grind poems has been going better this month. I confess it should be automatic by now.
There are at least one, maybe two poetry books coming out that I must have. They need to be worked into my anaemic budget.
Yes, raising my hand, I confess I am eating Sweet Cherry Peppers.... for dinner? Maybe.
Let me leave you with these words by Yeats... "For the saint and the poet alike... make excess even more excessive."
Stay safe, and read daily...
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