This is the most recent painting. It's my 13th. It looks a bit better from a distance. I am slowly improving. Wrote two drafts of poems yesterday as well. Trying to type up manuscript #4, but procrastination has come. Will type two poems this week. That's my goal. I have a title for the fourth collection. Scared mostly about finding a publisher for #3 and #4, but pleased that I have written so much in the last year.

Thinking a lot about compassion for myself. And others. Thinking about the poems of Alfred Corn (Contradictions) and Robert Creeley (Earth). All alone in cyberspace. Thinking about anonymity as a poet, but more so how I am learning some things about letting go of ego. Just beginning, but starting where I am. It is difficult to let go of ego, to move on towards joy. But that's where I want to go.