053 - I have yet to feel secure on my writing road and may never will, which is fine. Though it'd help if I get some personal items out of my system in the form of books. Seatbelts fastened. Punching the air. Today I read 'The Wind' by Ana Bozicevic. The 'Incarnation' exhibition which features ten of my prose poems is still on, as is the seatbelt sign. Find me here on my website. Breathe.