Personal Poetics - Dec 2025

The wind whips & the words roll.

I’ve been looking forward to writing a stream of consciousness essay for a while now. This morning I woke up early, the wind whipping the house in an unnerving way. I can never tell with the wind, is it roaring with fury or delight?

Somehow, after writing and reading, after stretching and thinking, I got hooked on the word “industry” and knew I was read…