It is now closer to dawn that it is to dusk. I hope you’ll forgive the like of a proper post, but I need sleep like I need air like I need a day off like I need no alarm like I need this issue to just be done. Only 3 stories to close on Friday, and then I can rest. We can all rest. So I hope you’ll excuse my brevity. I’d rather let someone else do the talking for me. A quick quote, something from W.H. Auden, one of the few poets I’ve bothered to know, read with any regularity. I discovered this quote long after I’d formed my own philosophy about writing, and it was one of those things, when you’re thrashing yourself over the legitimacy of what your hopes are, that you hold onto. After all, if I thought the same as Auden, as poetry and writing can be said to be similar disciplines, I must be doing something right. I must have the right approach. Right? Who knows. I’ll let him take it from here. Peace.

"'Why do you want to write poetry?' If the young man answers, 'I have important things I want to say,' then he is not a poet. If he answers, 'I like hanging around words listening to what they say,' then maybe he is going to be a poet.