Advice

Maybe his mother was too dominant
Maybe she just wasn’t around too much
Maybe she was just too round
Maybe with no father you’re bound to turn
Out that way
Maybe the day that dad hit him turned him
Maybe he just wasn’t hit enough
Maybe he got hit by a football
Maybe he should have played football
Maybe he should have had more Tonka trucks
Maybe he shouldn’t have helped with that cake
Maybe for God’s sake,
Maybe it’s too late to wonder about maybes
Maybe it’s okay, maybe it’s not such a big deal
Maybe you’re letting paranoia steal your reason
Maybe you’d better accept him, maybe this isn’t treason,
Maybe it’s not the unpardonable sin
Maybe if you don’t get over it, friend,
you’ll lose him

Started a new blog tonight. It’s more about the writing process and the bardic life. If anyone was fascinated by passages on festivals and old rites such as the one on Imbolc, or if anyone wants to go to a place where they can read about and discuss the writing process, hop on over to

Proximity.

Andrew, you’ve been paraphrased over there. Of course I’ve given you credit! It’s a baby site. Just put it up the other day.

Good evening, friends.