A New Format

Another update post. I am honestly convinced that I will never become a poet lariat, those lilly-tailed frankendogs are beyond my capacity of control - I can't string words together in a short reply, or a passing phrase. I need paragraphs, I crave structure, I crave buildings, not huts. So I'm afraid, outside of normal class work assignments, there will no longer be poetry, but short stories, that may come close to a poem, but longer, and novel writings.

With you, may the Force be.