"Ill Lit" by Franz Wright

I've been ignoring the blog, I think, out of fear. I don't want this space to turn into a diary, a selfish log of my personal highlights and lowlights. There's nothing wrong with that type of blog; in fact, I love reading blogs of that nature. That said, I just want to get away from that for awhile. Instead, though I'll still post the occasional good news or pictures of Auden, I think I'll focus on posting some poems and whatnot for awhile. Think of it as a space for sharing what turns me on, in the poetic sense of course. Hope all of you are well.


Ill Lit

Leaves stir overhead;
I write what I'm given to write.

The extension cord to the black house.