My poetry book is slightly updated
Poems for Insects is now formatted a little bit better and has one more poem. I’ve written others since then, but they are being saved for Poems for Bacteria, which is due for release at some non-specific date in the future.
If you already own PfI, you should be able to download the update for free. If you haven’t read it yet, I recommend you get it, but I wrote it so I am biased. Please make this decision yourself.
In this coming year, I don’t have a specific goal that I’ve chosen so far. I’m just going to continue being myself and hopefully more-so, which I’m stating here just because.
Since I’m here, I will also say that I will attempt to blog more often I have been recently.
Gormonclists of puppular tractascits
flinp bleefully and with hramplitude in the thirth plogrent.
Then, thnants within thnants betrough
Time is not ticking. Only ticking things do that.
Time is not flying. It isn’t a thing and only a thing can fly.
The happening of events follows the happening of other events.
I think I’m OK with that.
Hello again, all y’all horseshoer friends!
Today marks exactly three years since my blog morphed into a full-time horseshoe blog. It has been an enlightening and humbling experience to learn and share this art with my readers, especially since I have still never shoed a real horse.
I think I’d be good at it, having blogged about it for so long and shoeing thousands upon tens of virtual horses in my favorite computer game, Horse-Shoer Fun Time Simulator 2016 ++. I know there is much more to learn about this trade and I am eager to continue my studies. New and stronger shoe materials are discovered every year as are new methods that a shoer must remain on top of or risk being left in the dust.
By the end of 2019, I intend to be so knowledgeable that horses seek me out for their shoes without even being lead here. Of course, they will have to bring their own materials and tools for me to use, and this will be hard without hands, but I will make sure its worth their while.
I look back on the day when this blog was about short fictions, poetry, and my own opinions, and I feel only self-disgust. Horseshoes are what I was born to blog about and I am glad I understand that now.
I think it’s fall
yes it might be
It’s hard to tell
without brown leaves
The air got cool
there’s fewer fleas
the fleas follow rules
and hide in skis
There are no skis here
it is a city