I feel somewhat apologetic, but here is one more selection from my archives. Another that when I re-read I am unable to see how I might do better, or how I ever got it done at all, yet all my work un-published or rejected, so I know it is not “good enough” per whatever the current cultural milieu would prefer. “No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.” Perhaps. In any case, it circles around for me like the tail-eating snake I am, in hopes it might engender something new, no, in hopes it might be put to rest. For any who read it, I would be hard pressed to metaphor my astonishment, humility, gratitude and begging-of-patience, including a sheer and sharp ache of deep appreciation for your life’s time and likely unwarranted, gracious, attention.
Chapters That Don’t Belong
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many thanks
Polysemic Stupor 
Bookmarked! Comment suspended until awaited processing….all the best, Jana
Repost: My god, man! By incantation, you have managed to turn L-O-N-G-H-A-N-D into shorthand with unnerving honesty. There’s more to say but…well, consider me hooked.
Wow! Thanks! That’s encouraging!