A cloud somewhere near Tucumcari, NM

This is a funky boot. I like.

And now that it is morning I’ve lost all the poems from the night. I watched them leave, pack their bags and go. No way to stop them, I’m left alone, and with nothing to show, but my empty page and motionless pen. Until this night, I will wait for my dear poems return carrying nothing but fate and stars in their little briefcases. And...

What a time to be alive and 18! My daughter Ella just self-published her first poetry book. You can read her poetry over at ellajoy.com and if you enjoy it, support this young poet by buying a copy of her book. What other young poets should be on my radar?


”Understand me…I do not have time for things that have no soul.” – Charles Bukowski

Wow, Capacities looks useful. And if your first thought is, this looks like Notion, here’s a comparison.