Page by page, how it bends and folds
the next page that reveals something new
something unheard of. And yet, after
there are no more pages, they remain
powerful reminders of worlds within words.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Page by page, how it bends and folds
the next page that reveals something new
something unheard of. And yet, after
there are no more pages, they remain
powerful reminders of worlds within words.