The conversation lasted into thelong tooth hours of the night.She read her textbooks and then heard a mouse with its tail barely caught in a glue trap. It squealed as if it were dying. In my heart I believed...

You raised the words from the paper I wrote them on.Gave them sound and shape,then sculpted them into a song.Calm turned into storm.Fluttering up the wrinkled cloths.Lyrically reborn.Such joy to hear my inked down thoughts.A soothing guitar strum.A lingering...