Fall is coming down heavy all around town—windstorms and a perpetual dampness permeating the top later of everything.  I’ve been staying busy teaching these days, now having more of a regular job than I’ve had in about eight years.  In the off-hours I’m slowly writing new poems, including two longer-for-me poems which may find their way into my House of Water.  A few poems are forthcoming in The Rattling Wall and an essay and five older poems will appear in the anthology Poets On Growth due out next spring.

It may not be until January that I get back to shop work, but when I do, I’ll be building about six custom paddle boards right off.  I have a few standing orders and I look forward to securing a few more buyers in the meantime.

Sometimes the rotating focus of my life throws me, but I’ve learned that it all comes back around to balance eventually.  For now, I’m doing what I can to enjoy what I have in front of me.