8 February 2003

When I was taking poetry writing workshops about 10 years ago in Savannah, there was a Swedish girl in the first workshop. Her name was Malin, and because English was her second language, her poems often had unexpected juxtapositions of words that made for some really cool wordplay. I was surprised when she didn't take the second seminar the following quarter, and when I ran into her I asked her about it. She said "I felt that I had already written all the poems that were inside me."

This is how I feel right now. I've written everything creative I have inside me. I don't have anything more to say, and my life lately hasn't been much about celebrating any sins, deadly or otherwise.

And so it is time to bid this site farewell. Thanks for reading.