Every artist needs a pep-talk sometimes. I, for one, need many… In lieu of being the determined self-aware artist I should be, I have now realized that I’m quite irrevocably the self-sabotaging kind. Not to say I’m doing anything purposely malicious. No, I’m just setting myself up for failure without notice, and doing so repeatedly. What do I mean? For one: I’ve lost focus too many times. With each time I meet a new horizon of accomplishment, I’ve turned to fruitless pursuits

There was a time when I pursued poetry with a passion, and I've often times thought about picking it up again. Somehow I feel like I've lost a bit of that fearless spirit I once had: The one that comes with the unabashed whimsy of youth. Perhaps I will find it another day. This poem by Archibald Macleish speaks of the wordless poems seen throughout life; in the ordinary or beautiful things in life, on ordinary or beautiful days, in joys and in sadness, and in a ways a state o