All grown up and nowhere to go

Unexpected shut down. Why? Not that I'm unstable or anything, oh yes, no. Moving on...

Yes - it was meant to be a double devil's advocate job, squared off with a regressive wail of frustration. I did post it at the otherplace.org, but had the vague impression that I'd squirted on a few pseudo-Gucci shoes.

I spent an inordinately extended period in one wilderness, then another. Recovery and rehabilitation? Didn't really work out that way, but that was then and this is now, in my poetic second home; hopefully, assuming I don't spontaneously combust. I've been reading, remotely, some of your stuff Leanne. In short, I've missed both you and your poetry, and others, and the potential of this place. Drama, drama all around, and not a prod to think :>