I haven't been posting because I haven't been writing much, just a few notes here and there, hopefully toward a project that will ultimately come together in a more satisfying way, but too early to tell. I finally wrote a little poem that I felt I could post, so here goes. Tidy Goodbye, flickering lamp, mismatched towels, threadbare sweaters and jeans. The van for donations comes today. Mom calls it Tobacco Road if we store boxes on the porch even temporarily. Goodbye, sturdy boxes from the liquor store.