Confession... And A Description of @Wolf Tracks @James Don BlueWolf
When the pen is still and silence fills the ear
No, I’m not catholic, but I do feel a compulsion to confess something. I’m not a writer. I used to be. Now I’m just posing. I haven’t written anything other than a couple of poems, or commentaries, since 2015. When I try to justify this I could make all kinds of excuses like not achieving the american definition of success, or that I’ve written about everything already (or others have more eloquently—thank you Sherman)…but the truth is, I’m afraid. My creativity passed with the loss of my son, Wayah, and that’s where it would need to restart again— at that place and time. But with age, I seem to be getting weaker emotionally and I’m not sure I can face it all again. We lost seven family members that year, besides him and
we lost our family dog a few weeks ago. I’m still tearing up about that. So I’m confessing that almost everything I’ve written, sung or recorded—(except for song lyrics) is already posted at . I’ve a list of subtitles on the Home Page to help manage it all.
I’ve almost finished a new poem about my son and am trying to get my guitar chops back to where I can do more acoustic covers but who knows. If I am able to begin again it will be thanks to all of you, here at Substack.
So you can unsubscribe if I’m clogging up your email, or if reading my work is taking up your time or keeping you from reading real writers. I’d prefer you focus on those who are still building careers or adding to their bodies of work. You know where to find me if you want and I’ll keep publishing from the archive and whatever I can scribble new …but for now…thanks for hearing my confession.
I always enjoy your writing, even though I only drop in irregularly. I hear a writer with a heavy heart, but still a writer. I cannot imagine how it is to have lost a child and seven others and the dog, but I imagine I’d find most words trivial for quite some time. ❤️
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