Heyyyy Abaddon!
I'm still happily married-and-parenting, and writing kickass poetry, but my worklife is turning to sh*t.
Gotta love the people who answer the phone when you dial 911...
Yes, absolutely. Them too, and first.
... I'd love it if I could believe it. Occasionally the Glastonbury Fairy (for want of a better name) smiles on me or rewards my desires... but she is fickle. Either that or I'm personifying sychronicity.
Or both? One time when I was courting visions, one of my invisible friends handed me a damn koan: "Let us pretend that our love is imaginary."
GentlyFeral