Let Light

I do what some may consider unimaginable: I revise deep inside the archives of this blog. No new post. But somewhere in the middle, rarely to be encountered, a new word. Or one gone missing.

The blog, this medium, certainly isn't suited for backlog revising, but I like it. I have reasons too, but providing them extends beyond my time now. Not a lot.

Last night my friend J mentioned her tendency to excise words in her poems.

And dears, how do I get started on the forty-some papery writing journals I have? Much, much to excise. Or is it some forty?

In a few years, I hope that I am not "pushing forty" (how it sounds so heavy). I will grow light. Lighter and lighter. Let light