Current Calls
December 19th 2006
Much to come. Look ahead to brighter days!
Words From The Late Birds Mouth
You bring me down
To the letters and marks and scribbles
Of an author.
I see
With pen strokes
What the world cannot.
Or wishes not.
I revel in the ink blots.
On a mistake-less keyboard.
How can one word
change me?
Change you?
How I ask.
