The blog has not gone.
Quiet. Writer. Preoccupied.
My creative periods come in spurts, between bouts of symptoms.
My book is my focus. I am writing my calling card.
In this moment, between symptoms, I can be intensely productive.
I am on disability. But, I no longer believe my condition should hold me back.
My book, if she sells, will be evidence I can earn my own keep.
Silence is the foundation on which all noise is built.
Sacred Space.
Within, I work.
The Atheist Who Believes in God 
My apologies to John Guillen, who liked this post before I changed it. I made some punctuation changes. I should know better than to try to write a poem.
On the fly.
Within my browser.
p.s. Now I am editing a comment I just posted to my own blog. I’m hopeless.