apologies to anyone who may have liked this post before my accidentally deleting it.

I have been very anxious to start sharing.

I have been working things with words for you. Put them in books. See your brains whir as you read them. But I am very, very impatient. I wanted to share with you right away.

It is really poor form on my part to begin a blog with such vague language, not to mention a number of quasi-formed sentences.

Instead, allow me to discuss the title.

“We Are Wondrous;Swirling!” was the name a poem before it was the name of my blog. I transferred it over to this application for two main reasons. The first, as you will come to learn is unsurprising from me, is that I love the way it sounds. I invite you to say it.

We Are Wondrous;Swirling!

Did it thrill you? did it fill you with . . . anything? I wrote it when I was filled. That’s reason two. I sometimes think that, as an artist, I am spending one hundred percent of my time trying to come up with the right term for just one, seemingly simple thing. And “WAW;S!” is a poem about that thing. That delight of humans. It’s a welling up of utter euphoric connectedness. It might be the completion of <em>self</em> by the addition of other. It is my sincere hope that you know what I mean. That you’re thinking about it and you can come up with a whole list of times when you too have felt full to bursting with . . . whatever it is.

I hope this because it is a wonderful feeling. Or a wondrous one, if you prefer. But I also hope it because, frankly, I’m a little afraid of being weird alone.

I chose this feeling for my blog’s title because, as I mentioned, I want to share with you and experience real interhuman connection in a tiny, internety but worthwhile way. And so, as a gesture of trust and by way of christening this new weblog, I humbly submit for your scrutiny – “We Are Wondrous;Swirling!”

My body is warm,
and seems to buzz,
with reverberations of that certain love
that pounds at the backs of my lips
and itches at my finger tips
to be released.

Would that I could
scream in exaltation,
and sing the praises of that sweet perfection,
felt with you enfolded in my arms,
and I at home in yours,
at journey’s end.

Remembering the past,
in great, Atlantic waves.
And gazing with starry eyes toward always –
the endless, glistening Pacific tomorrows,
we will spend in eternal awe,
and eternal laughter.