I begin with my favourite piece of poetry.  Written by Harlem Renaissance poet Langston Hughes for Ferdinand Smith, a Jamaican sailor and his (alleged) lover.

Like any good piece of art, I keep returning to it at various points in my life with a fresh set of eyes and a different perspective that never dulls the power of the words.  Memory and prophecy, co-mingling.

I’ve often thought of getting this tattooed on my body, but I can’t think of a place that would be appropriate and that wouldn’t terrify prospective lovers and crush a boner with the power of a million crying jags.

So, only on my heart.  For now.

Poem or To F. S. 
by Langston Hughes

I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There is nothing more to say.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began, —
I loved my friend.

Hey look! It’s a blog post.

After leaving this site sitting for well over a year, I’ve decided to resume writing on it. I have no idea if this is the “cool” thing to do anymore, or if the youth today have redefined the act of writing as merely Snapchatting photos of genitalia to each other. Or swapping faces. Or chasing digital creatures in parks.

What a time to be alive, huh?

Three key things have motivated my return to blogging:

1. Vanity.
2. The State of the World.
3. Lack of Platforms for My Writing (SEE: Vanity).

In any case, I have a few things I’ll be posting over the next little while, and I hope you’ll like them. And I promise “the next little while” won’t be a year and a half again.