i'm working on a poem. it begins with old, tsarist Russia (troika=trinity), goes into Soviet Russia, then into the rebirth of Orthodoxy. so far, it sounds like this:
and another, same style:
to talk among
director of time
i'm going to Triad's homecoming game tonight. it's a highschool in Troy, Illinois. i'm going to have fun!
i'm going to get into scrapbooking. it's basically what i'm already doing, with journals (my paper-ones), but with art. :)