Benn tentatively working on a few new poems. My heart is sore at the loss of momentum in the short stories I was working on before everything went to shit. Late last night I was reading something I wrote in Mexico the last time I was there and I was pretty damn nostalgic for the intensity I was working with. It will return.
A blast from the past came back and saved my ass yesterday. Thank you, thank you, thank you Kareem Amin. And again, thank you.
I love this song.