i sent a link to my blog(this one)…to this…new..”friend” of mine. he asks “…so, are you some kind of a poet?” I replied by letting him know that once upon a time i used to travel and do “spoken word” as well as just…”write”. But i haven’t read in years…and i just write when the feeling hits me; and call it a blessing when it i do. i wrote a piece a coupla days ago that is more like the stuff i used to write. I’ll admit…i was pretty good some years ago. but the words just poured out of me the other night and i just let them do their own thing.
my hands are sometimes like my ass…they have their own zip code: so they tend to do their own thing.
