Run deep

I want this to be a place of memory. Of murky past and sudden clarity. Of then and now again. To know what we know, even if we don’t know why we know it. A place to dream a little, to laugh and cry and love a little. To remember what has gone before. What has brought us willy nilly to this second. A place to wonder why, and to decide that it may not even matter.

Perhaps because my last post on the old run deep was a v.d. (Valentine’s Day) poem, it may be appropriate that the first post here is also from just before the dreaded day.  Although I tend to complain about the V.D. profusely and violently, I also tend to write about it when it rolls around. 

In the future, though,  I hope you will see more prose, more thoughts, just more.  I started the original project with one of my classes.  This time, it is a project for my self.  Enjoy the words.

(For the old run deep on blogspot, click here.)