On Friday, April 14, 2017 at 11:05:49 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> RICHARD, I regret my grandfather's 1919 model Underwood is long gone, like so many things in my life that I have lost.
Another dying medium. I could see it now...
reams and reams of greasy pages, holding
ink and brunches fingerprints. The type sound...
like tiny shoes on mice feet, I might call, 'shies'.
Those shies, dancing by candlelight -- blindly
racing for the silent beats of thoughts in black
on white. Stop. Silence brings the eyes then
voice, like a thousand shies that spry in rhythm
to dance on tips of poets tongues.