5 January 2025
Let’s try this again. Let’s at least kick the can again, and see where it lands.
This old blog—Writing from Here, I’ve always called it—is still alive and well, waiting on my big return.
It’s been five years since my last post. A period of time I won’t try to sum up here, though I know what’s past will come up again in this blog some way or another, shining in its own silly way.
I’m older, it’s a new year, and I just came back from the holiday jump: Bozeman → Oklahoma City → Miami → Bozeman.
That personal oscillation—paired with a new year—always does something. So I reckon the time is ripe for a fresh start.
While I’m not big on resolutions, I have tried them before. Tackled them. Abandoned them. And forgotten them altogether.
Problem is: I usually end up too broad or too specific in my dreaming for the dreams to be of much use.
Still, part of me wants to say “Maybe this year will be different. Maybe I’ll get the dream right. Maybe all the stars have their eyes on me, waiting for their big bet to come through.”
But knowing myself, my wants are always the same: grow my slow-going career, save more money, write a few good words, sing a few good songs, and be grateful.
Looking back, 2025 was one big discombobulation, full of:
- music (Hello, Willi Carlisle)
- poems (Thank you, Mary Ruefle)
- places (Nice to meet you, Montreal, Harbour Island, New Haven)
- zigs (Goodbye, Kia)
- zags (Welcome back, unemployment)
- and general glee (Much obliged, Filling Station, steak dinners, and river days)
Ever since college, I’ve teeter-tottered between the writer life / and the musician life. At the tail-end of my thirties, the pattern continues. I’ll spend years dedicated to writing poems and essays, then, almost like a season shift, I’ll go all-in on music.
These days, it’s music.
Songwriting took up most of the creative space in my heart in 2025, but I still found little poem gems from time to time. Scribbled down in notebooks. Saved for later on my phone.
Here’s one. A simple poem to wave away 2025—and to open up 2026 in an undemanding, straightforward, grateful way…
Writing from Here 