Stones and sticks

I haven't written anything new in a while.. Trust the empty month to be the one in which my birthday sits. I've been trapped in the countryside again- this time writing a pastoral poem at the request of uni- I might post it here. I have been so busy sleeping recently. Vivid dreams all the time. I wish I could thank my unconscious for trying its hardest to fill in the gaps, even if it doesn't understand human protocol sometimes.