In the next few weeks, reality will be heavily voiced over in metaphor and symbolism–as has usually been my way unless the situation cannot be covered in poetic form.
I’ve applied for a couple jobs that may call for checking out the weblog as writing was appropriate to the positions. A cursory glance at best–and never on a Saturday–so the top few latest postings will always be me at my best. Or attempting it at least. No one shall plunge the depths of metaphor to discover me hiding within. Poetry, which is my inmost shell, I’m sure will not be noticed much less comprehended. And so they’ll never know who I really am.
So bear with me for a while, forgive my prattlings on literary topics of discussion and don’t try to ponder the more musical notes of reality for now.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology