Simorgh Press

(I was) upset with you today, after or because (You were) upset with me, but it was "with" not "at".  (We were) upset about what was upsetting us, And whether it was this or it was that, I was, you were, we were in this together, Just as we are, as we will be forever, And if (when) you are upset with me because Of something I have done or failed to do, Whatever it may be, or is, or was, I'll do it, or undo it, all for you Because I want to be with you forever. I am, you are, we'll get through this together, And such is love: though we fall repeatedly, That which was promised once will always be.

A dozen blogs preceded this one, but this one will be different.  This blog will, hopefully, replace the hundreds of moleskines I have bought over the years, not to mention the backs of envelopes and other scraps of paper I have scribbled on.  It is time to get modern, and paperless! That means this blog will be very different indeed, because now this is my scratchpad, for all to see.  I will edit as I go, deleting the rougher drafts and polishing up the better efforts, but there will be half efforts and false starts that I hold on to, some that I may set aside and forget, even a few I may regret.  But I will also try to structure the blog as I go, so the real keepers can be seen more prominently. Simorgh Press is the name I chose about ten years ago for my first vanity published book, Thirty Birds, which is also a blog out there somewhere.  I may resurrect that book and other past work on these pages, eventually, but first - there is a poem I've got rattlin...