The Past No Longer Exists

I started this site in 2014 as a means of self-publishing my sometimes adequate wordplay. The bulk of it was written with an old lover in mind. I'd been posting poems on Craigslist Missed Connections, and he responded. It turned into a competition, eventually an insane romance, on/off for years. Well, CLMC is long gone. The traditional means to getting poetry published is entering competitions, submitting to magazines. Why not self publish?

Where is this going? I neglected the site for a couple years. The affiliate ads expired without earning me a cent. Lockdown & masking (and upcoming covid passes) are getting me down. I discovered DeepDreamGenerator, and began fiddling with images. Changed out the old for new ones last week. I've got an Etsy site, SojournerQuestion, items in the shop need to be changed out, so that's my next project: new apparel/posters & tote bags. I'm excited about this new direction. The process is soothing, gives direction to my time alone. It memorializes my favorite affair with a narcissist.