Yes, I am so close to the grand re-opening of reggiemorrisey.com, home of Boomer Poetry & Prose since 2008. The new digs afford modern conveniences, such as supported code, and that, as mentioned, is what prompted my move on March 6.

Check off the pages completed for Home, the Poetry Reading Room, Short Stories, Essays: Boom, Sketchy, the new Gallery of Ed Morrisey Art,  About and Contact. Next step: Fill the Listening Booth with poems written between 1975 and 2015. I’m mulling which poems to share among the 150+ in stock and creating fresh audio files.

Much as it would be swell to check off the whole project (a major 2015 New Year’s resolution) and start the next one, I’m inclined to take my time on this phase. And, since you have other things to do, you’ll hardly notice the delay. I would be delighted if you stopped back when your schedule permits.

Well, the WWW road didn’t rise up to meet me yet, even though it is St. Patrick’s Day, and I’m more than half Irish. I’ve been going through the weeds of code and up and down my new directory for days, organizing folders of writings, poetry audio files and images to present. It hasn’t always been pretty. Plus, there are new works to double-check before pulling the switch.

So, again I must ask your indulgence as I move my domain to new digs. Soon and very soon, I’ll be open; this time with a never-before presented art gallery dedicated to my big brother, Ed Morrisey. Sharp as he was before his death in 2009 at age 70, he never took to the Internet to display his sculpture, sketching, illustrating and painting prowess. His heirs live in the United States and Australia. His art gene is still at work.