This new year came too quickly. Two things I never, never, never do. I don't jot down a long list of resolutions or reflect back to the previous years beating on myself about regrets. I should have done this and that. I tried. That all we all we can do. Do our best and move on. Right.
People got copies of my book, Run into Blackness, in time for the holidays. It was an ideal gift for Christmas and Kwanzaa. I'm beginning to actually feel my poetic gumbo filling my spirit as the book events roll in.
Already my calendar is filling up. The run won't tire me.
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