Until our paths cross

‘Parting is such sweet sorrow,’ wrote Shakespeare, and I know there is a second part to that quote and I may invoke one day, but for now I must go. So the sweet sorrow I feel is much like using the salt in tears to make ice cream.

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I will leave the page up as there is a lot of material in the archive (over 500 poems, flash, and short stories) written over the last five months or so.

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I am not giving up writing, I’m just putting my space between myself and Substack to work on some other projects (I have a number of books that need formatting and publishing).

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People are welcome to reach out via DM should they have a wish for something, or if interested in working on a collaboration; I’d still like to create, but it can’t be the main of what I do for the foreseeable future - maybe I’ll be back on a non-inquiry basis next year.

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I will still get to read those I subscribe to, as emails will continue to flow to my personal inbox and in select cases, I’d be happy to stay in touch with people via email, or other mechanisms.

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I do have a post scheduled, and I’ll let that drop at the regular time tonight, but that will be the last post, unlike when I took some space to think about things when I continued to post daily although my comments and notes were limited.

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So until our paths cross again, be safe, be well, and I will miss you.