Until today, I hadn’t updated this blog in 2 years. 2024 was a blur with lessons about why we don’t put people on pedestals, personal health concerns, and odd moments of clarity. 2025 already feels like 3 years in as many weeks but also that it’s going by too fast.

In the coming weeks, a minor goal is to devote more time (which would be any time) into actually naming my poetry chapbook and working on the poem order. January in my day job is always hectic and that’s going to extend into February this year with new projects I hadn’t anticipated.

Anyway, if you’re still here, thanks for sticking around despite my long absence. I hope that everyone’s 2025 is going well (or as well as it can under any adverse circumstances) and that my fellow Americans remember to wear black for mourning tomorrow. Our country’s democracy is sounding its death rattle and Martin Luther King, Jr.’s dream shouldn’t be forgotten.