Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
I was calm amidst the hissing sound "pardon me," said Tom T. Urkee, my nearest neighbor, "I could only save this journal." "thanks, that is all I need," I said.