You're overdue, baby

In dreams the origami of the brain

opens like a fist, a pomegranate,

an expensive geometry.
-from "Night Madness Poem" by Sandra Cisneros

She is my favorite poet. Her book of poetry "Loose Woman" is my go-to, my inspiration, my muse. Her poems are seductive, sensual, emotional, colorful, vivid. They are outstanding, to me. To others, they may not say a thing. But to me, to me they speak volumes.

I have been in a writing funk this past week. I don't know why. I never know why. It just happens, you know. It sneaks up on me in the dark, probably while I'm sleeping, and creeps into my brain. Suddenly, I'm not writing. The thought of writing fills me with angst so I turn away. I watch TV or read stuff on the internet, the blogs of my friends, Facebook. I check the garden, play with the dogs, eat something. Always eating something.

So my friend wrote me and said, You're overdue, baby. I pretended to not understand, but then he told me to just write, anything, anything at all, just write. Now that's a good friend.

Here I am. Not much to say, still. But I'm writing.
Thanks, Steve