Nan has realized that one of her  more insightful poems appears on page 9 of her Time Wrinkles :

Here’s the thing:

I’ve been talking

through this

loudspeaker I

found in my crib

82 years ago and

just now notice

it’s not plugged in!

Upon waking from a nap today Nan reviewed her life and called upon her Witness of the Waking State to help her take stock. She’s temporarily lost the name of the book she got me from, but it has to do with the One who observes our fleeting emotions and steadfastly remains.

She’s been caught in a web without the spider. Throughout her life she’s been dropping writing spoor along the way.  She’s been trying to be heard but has nothing to say. Decades spent via Public Access television, with nobody watching.  Months spent now on Word Press with a couple of visitors.  Books published with almost no readers. What is she doing!  She’s been responding to the itch by scratching, declaring to an empty auditorium.  Pig-headed, she continues to forge ahead, squealing.

MORE TO FOLLOW….