Things I Miss From Back In The Day
I miss the sound of the dial tone and the urgent beeping of a phone, telling you it was left off the hook I miss the light ‘ting’ a phone […]
Tag Archives: Poetry
a sometimes thing
The Fragility of the Now
I like words. When I hear them fit unexpectedly easily together into phrases with an almost audible click, I write them down. It’s a longtime habit that decorates the notebooks, old […]
