What do you write when all your words read like endings…when the definitions refuse to contain the meanings…when the verbs conflict, irreconcilably, with the nouns…when it all sounds more past perfect than present? What do you say to begin…the beginning of us?

I could tell you the obvious, provide a narrative of plot and character for the photo on this blog. I could describe an island home, the skin of backyard papayas, the homework I have not yet done…but that would leave no room for you…and this is about the beginning of us.

So I will write as if these words contained much more than myself…as if this media could do much more than it has: the splice of the comma, the tense of the future, ourselves as metaphor. For those times when we reach the silence, the spaces that border the page, I will turn to music to carry us, doing the same old two-step, a few feet further…speechless and thirsty. We can ride, like Chapman, in fast cars and begin all over again.

…together in the struggle…

…wan love…

…and until next write...

B-more, MD