LOVE POST. For my blog.

Hmmmmm.
What to say? 

What to say?

(I am doing a lot of letter writing.  A lot, it is taking the place of the uber-personal nature of telling on my blog.)

What to say!?

(I am doing a lot of book writing.  A lot, it is the most lively I ever feel.)

Blog!  I miss you.  You are always here for me and I just wanted you to know that.  I wanted you to know that I love you! and no matter what you're the center of my heart and yes I wrote that the correct way--you are the center of my heart not in the center, but the center itself because I can always count on you no matter what you never ever go away, even when I feel lost I tell you just that I feel lost and guess what?  There you are, words, sense of lostness, sense of heart displaced and found now! on the page.  Blog I love you, thank you.  What did they do?  diPrima, her gals, Rich, Lourde, Shange. Shange!  WHAT DID THEY DO?  diPrima she said it all just mounted up.  Swallowed them, all the work, all their creations, all of it, unseen.  Without a button to hit labeled Publish Post.  Without a stat counter, 27 hits, 42 hits, 16 page views 53 total hits today.  Without anyone else to affirm: yes I hear.

O madness.  O necessary need for me to like me enough to think I have something worthy to say.

The ocean is singing, hear it?  I walked down on the beach and the surfers on 50th and 48th were angels with slick black neoprene skin.  The sun was so shiny and the sand so right.  I. Wanted. To.  Swim.  The ocean is blessing, hear it?  The winter is coming in crumbly white cappy waves but it doesn't make any of it any less in love in fact it says I am here!  I am here I am always, always here and, I am music.  This is how I sing.

The ocean is blowing its ocean smelling wind in from the sea.  It's the sea when it takes you places and the ocean when right out your door.  What about La Mar?  You say, well that's when she talks to the moon. 17th and Grand.  No cell here.  Good it's better that way.  Girl with the cat-slit eyes in the coffee shop where I always go: dont close that door, I like the ocean blowing singing wind!  The blessing's! On me.  The blessing's on you, on we on us all.  How could I miss this?  How could I miss this all before? 

I have been clean 10 years today.

I am holy, human, alive.  Well.  The sparkling sea.  The rest of my life.  The words.  Vintage shoes in rose and brown snake skin looking leather.  POETRY, poems told by the wind-singing blessing-giving ocean the far out way out sea.  Blog you are my battery.  White screen.  Heart.  Beating center. Of my life.

Thank you!