new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Bounced offtrack, minds racing, our fingers do the worrying, unaware they’re unaware (one click forward, two clacks back) -- Loved the myriad linkings streaming from this poem! ευχαριστώ Βασίλης
What, me worry with friends who comment like that?No way.