Claws (an exercise)

Clickity clacketing. Raised like braille. Blind, too.
Meandering whirlpooling chug chug to a halt.
Shift shift control alt delete: end task.
Hovering flashing...poised. On pointe
Ankles straining choleric waves want to choke to kill.
Onomatopoeia and fin,
Sore throbbing but running over the hedge
running running a hero's welcome,
back in the day.
nervous system is a slanted oxymoron,
wouldn't you say so?

Call me J.

Just like that my name is now J. Surname P.

I haven't written in so long. Forever it seems like. I'm rusty. Excuse me. I haven't read for even longer. Yes, I've read. But only against the blue-white glare of my iPhone, the computer, the iPad.

Seems like the past year has been personally stagnant for me. Enter the void of i-mpersonality. Of i-nanity. I've done much for another but not much for myself. I want to embark on the quest again. A year is too long to be static radio silence.

I'm excited for this year. Nervous, excited, scared. But no matter what, still happy. Happy because I have a journey again instead of being forever stationed at the rest-stop along the way. It was a nice rest stop. There were even seat covers for the toilet! But the road beckons (see how rusty I am, resorting to sigh-inducing platitudes...). In any case, the best thing to do is do. So here's a subpar post but a post nonetheless!

Hello, you.