Dispatches from Camping # 1

The young woman who had seen the wind in my hair is dead She had been driving a car we shared a lifetime ago And she was just crazy enough to let me hang part way out of the front

Trying Something New

For months now, maybe even close to a year, I’ve been gently nudging Mini to post some of her really wonderful poetry on here (don’t worry, she’s fairly compensated!) but she’s understandably shy & rather busy too. So I thought

Why I Write

To be rid of one’s own words, to be at the end of one’s own wits.

Why I Read

The interior of some pages will be with me forever, I just have to meet them first.

Invest in things that have the capacity for growth.

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