The unsung heroes of the notes section on her phone…the scribblings in a journal replete with ink smudges, on a crumpled napkin or gum wrapper, in some cases dictated..”hey siri, remind me to write about the sharp edge of winter tomorrow…”.

The wailings, joys, despair, and ramblings of an inner soul preserved hastily, via whatever medium is readily accessible…

And then posted here…proverbial blips on a blog…

…welcome to somewhere between poetry and prose.