Your poet has moved across the states. ~ Outsider, even my old books wont talk to me now. I carefully make my selection, but they turn away cold. ~ I'm afraid I've turned my back on them for too long now. I wonder what happened to all the other English majors. ~ Time has passed and I wonder how they are dealing with the endless chaos, endless movement. Maybe they still read. ~ East Coast snow really likes to stick around and chat. In fact it encourages my rants. I make little progress. ~ I've noticed that the book on my desk has started to glow. Very slightly now, but it's there. Starting to warm up.











