Thursday, July 3, 2014


My fingers tingle...
At the memory of your clasped hand
At the feel of new pages
At the grip of a good pen
At the scribbles of new (and old) tales

And i want to share this with you -
through words and non-words
through silent goads and heavy whispers
In hopes that your context
will meet my context
and that they will be fond of one another