new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
I'm with you on this, Vassilis. The trouble with a lot of what's out there is what's hidden is for the most part shallows.
Thanks, Duncan, and you're right about those shallows. What you say brings to mind one that tries for a little more depth (#6 from the 24-part sequence, "Aural")--At depth, solitude'sbut a stone.The thought of waterpetrifies me.