You know when a baby is holding on to a table for that moment before she lets go and takes a tiny step all by herself.  That’s me.  I’ve tried bits of writing all over the place but I needed a little quiet space where I can explore what (else) I want to write and try out my own voice with different thoughts and forms.  I want to try essays and poems and snippets from embryonic books and epigrams and pronouncements and see what happens…