There are days When I am on the southern side Of stability Still on the globe But listing a bit Downward Leeward Into the wind Going in circles Drawing my own lines to cross But never crossing Not even the Ts No dotting of the Is Either I want to remain Home alone In myContinue reading

It is blank Wondrous blank Only regret The keyboard Does not offer A splatter button I can not Simply type out words And hit scatter And watch them whirl about And splatter Letter carcasses about So I could encircle them With my pen Drawing lines of connect Creating new directions In content and form IContinue reading