"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



A new sense   a 7th sense   (6th for

extraterrestrials  and the unborn)

is brewing inside   Molting  crawling

wet & birthnew   around the tables

where I sit & cobble   It feels like a

reeling    a  realing   if you must know


Sit still don’t breathe   A phrase drops

shiny & dangerous   Who knew you had

it in you?  Who says you do?


What the author withholds the reader supplies.

Tom Grimes   Mentor  2010


Late Winter  2014

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