new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Vassilis,What a sad exhibition of life, and how you managed to present it in words. I don't mind the wrinkles as much as being lost in the recollection of how each came to be.
Thanks, Manik. Just a thought, though--lost in the forest of your thought sounds better than finding yourself out of it, doesn't it? :)
Now that Manik mentions it -- oh my!