Dear Pen and Paper, You’re all I ever dream of. Let’s make a baby.
“You just do these things that you fall in love with, and you never know what’s going to happen.” – David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish
Bedtime reverie Words, stories, ideas to write Who drank the coffee?
Dear weary, green house, varied webs you have woven. Your silk is showing.
What is this message? Are we to stop and listen? Sorry, don’t have time.
Boxed memories lost, neglected, assaulted, saved. Start a new chapter.
Like words from her heart, the steam rises from the grounds bathed in nostalgia.