About / I think we all feel untethered, unmoored. 2022 is not promising us anything except certain difficulty, probable strife, and possible joy. All the regular things but tentatively, like it doesn’t really want to break us, but is almost totally certain it will. We are now the china in the china shop. I ended last year with a poem accepted which was then published in the new year. A good way to start this tentative year. I hope all of you have good starts as well. Write and write often, I dare you.
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