With our country torn in a game of political he said she said, I’ve noticed how out of touch politicians can be. We began to reexamine Vorochta 5. We wanted to make sure that we haven’t lost touch with our readers in this country. Over the past week I have traveled to Ohio, Michigan, North Carolina, Tennesse, West Virginia, Virginia, Maryland, and Washington D.C. to get back in touch with the real America. Not to say New Mexico isn’t really America, our budget just didn’t allow me to go out that far.
My second stop on the tour was in Grand Rapids, Michigan where not only did wine and dine with the locals, I also had the proud privilege of marrying two very dear friends of mine. That’s right, I joined a ministry. I’m now Rev. Yurij Dobriansky.
I realized, I’ve only been visiting cities. I knew I had to get out there. To where our food, our crops and grains come from. I needed to experience everything from the mountains to the prairies. I even saw and met some self ascribed “hill billies” as the signs on their houses said.
City slicking poetry is great, but Vorochta 5 is about dreams and diversity. I knew in my heart that there was more out there that I needed to experience as a writer. It wasn’t until I climbed up to the top of the mountains (pictured below) that I felt my body saying God Bless America, it really is my home sweet home.