Hey, everyone. Hope you are all well, and having a nice Spring (unless you're in the Southern Hemisphere, in which case, I hope you're having a lovely Fall.)
When I started this blog, mostly as a lark at first, I never expected that I'd still be at it, posting my 150th blog entry. I became hooked, however, and it's been a great ride. I hope it continues on for a long time to come.
To everyone who comes by and makes a comment now and then, please know that it's the comments that keep me going when I'd otherwise wander off and do something else. Thanks for your time.
You may have noticed that I changed my screen name from "Firehawk" to "Patrick M. Tracy" recently. The longer I blog, the less I'm worried about hiding behind made-up names and so forth. I also finally got on the ball and put my picture up, so you'll now be confronted by my odd visage at all my blogs. Joy, right?
In the last post, the secondary tag line said "First in a Haibun Cycle". I'm going to try something a little different here, in that I'm going to attempt to tell a story via haibun entries. These may not be every post, but they'll probably be a significant number of the posts over the next few months. I hope you like them, because you'll be getting a lot of them. I'll also collect them and post them on a page on my website in a choronological array, so that they're easier to read as a whole. Big plans...always big plans.
I've been rooting away at the computer, coming up with new additions and changes to my web arsenal. If you'd like to see how my evil empire has grown, go to Wolf Steel to check it out.
Well, it's my birthday tomorrow, and I plan to have new stuff out on Hawkcircle, but one never knows about these things. I'm working on a new project that I have high hopes for at the moment. Keep your ear to the rail, and I'll tell you more about it when it becomes a reality. For now, take it easy, and remember, you shouldn't try to eat something larger than your own head in one bite!
A Haibun The sound of the hawk’s talons as they click against the cement floor is sharp and crisp. The raptor moves carefully, head duc...
We have been dreaming in unison but those dreams have fallen into disrepair, eaten away by the persistent rust of the many days here...
This ringing silence this house, once filled a place of voices now gone silent, a place that once echoed with the laughter of the...
Note: I taught a poetry class at Fyrecon this afternoon, and we did a few challenge poems during the participation segment of the class. Th...