Tappa, whap, fingers find the letters, keyboard magic dance.Tinge of doubt. Toes ache with the cold…
Internet connections are solid and vague, and both at once.It’s a little world window, but you never know what is happening on the far…
There is this, then that, time passes in jolts.Here, this, then that, and now it is evening.Early spring…
A Poem
Hurling over tantric waters, wood bursts at the point of refraction,this is where magic occurs, in the…