Savaja

I am compelled to write poetry, erotic poetry, poetry. I always have been. It is curious how one can set aside something, yet the compulsion can become so great that it must be picked up again and resumed, even when one believes the muse has abandoned the idle heathen. Apparently, it is not so. Not life's vicissitudes, tragedies, comedies, or boredoms have managed to silence the craving, urge, necessity: I am writing on a phone next to a child I finally got to sleep...

I've an account at All Poetry as Savaja as well made during a dark, dark time when I was not here between October 2014 and May 2015. Betimes, pieces from it will make their way here and vice versa. I can also be found on tumblr as savaja100 and I've a Word Press blog, which is woefully neglected (as is the tumblr account); periodically I've something to say there. Mayhap, I'll eliminate one of those at some point; we'll see.