Sober Now

Sober Now is the eleventh bundle in the Apropos: Epic Poetry series. Have we been sobered by the almost one and a half million dead? Certainly, the sting will be in the tail. Still, some escape can be found from our daily doomscrolling by nurturing freshly harvested online words-of-the-day for poems. Imagination is built on memory. A writerly habit is built, word by word, creative within constraints. Before you know it, an entire bundle of memories arises from the ashes, like a Phoenix. No, not like a zombie. Geez. I scribble , dribble and doodle.

I sculpt in clay for bronzing; paint anything under the sun; write children's stories and illustrate them. I read a lot.

When I'm not in the studio covered in paint; working on a new picture story; doodling cartoons, or reading; I reluctantly go to the gym. (In the basement, now!) Or travel to far-off places. (BC)

I once lived in a rainforest.

Once upon a time I worked as an engineer on secret projects. And also underground in a gold mine.

I have a lot of Neanderthal DNA. Relatively speaking.

I can wiggle my ears.

I have two cats.