Shortest night

[garran]

Here is a poem of little consequence I wrote in April, and here is a sonnet I wrote this past fall.

I don't know whether I've been going through one of my periods of social withdrawal, or if my life is just in one of its summer-patterns where I'm not liable, in the normal course of things, to encounter socializing without actively working for it (which I've been distracted from doing). Clearly I haven't been feeling called to write in my journal, which may or may not be a clue. The lack is starting to itch a little, though.

Comments

[synchcola.livejournal.com]

ok ok,

let's go see david's thing that he took us to at the cafe de menthe or whatever. on friday! you know exactly what i mean, it's eerie.

[garran.livejournal.com]

That's not on Fridays. It's on Sundays!


-Andy H.

[synchcola.livejournal.com]

oh well. let's do something similar, but at a different time. :D