crisp fibers warp under my fingerprints
folding, bending, chasing themselves
from warm yarns to bristly twines
embracing one over the other
threads searching for an answer
fingers speaking a name
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I am for an art that has the power to knock your socks off. I am for poetry that already has. Author, musician, educator, scatter brain. Proudly serving the global community since 1984.