ASSAILED NO MORE
Nothing new to report. Still working my way through algebra problems, specially troubled by the horrid word problems. No different than when I was a kid in school. I wrote a poem, a lushi, yesterday about aging and how my perceptions no longer elicit immediate emotional responses within me. I recall when I could not walk down a city street without being assailed by numerous often troubling and illusive emotions. Is this a blessing or a curse of age, I have to ask myself. My novel is still out there and a poetry ms at Iowa. I have little hope of success.
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