Through the Cracks

I have just discovered that poems can fall through the cracks. What a frightening thought! I guess technology is to be blamed. But, I still believe in the power of the handwritten word. Hand me my ink and my paper, O Muse, please and thank you!


  1. Pen and paper is my usual starting point. Later, I transfer to files, which leads to further developments, alterations, revelations...

  2. As long as the muse remains with you :-)

  3. Isn't that the very epiphany of writing, John? :)

  4. May the Muse be with me and us all, Kate! :)

  5. haha, the very epitome and epiphany of the deed, yes! ;-)


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