Paper Cranes.
Paper Pinwheels.
Origami,
Reminding me of my brief pasts in forestry.
Fiber.
Wood.
Pulped down into components,
Changing form as needed.
Yet my Poems,
Rarely touch paper.
As an artist,
I live in an entirely digital world.
Blinking cursors.
Mechanical Keyboards.
Touch Screen Literature.
Touch Screen Literature.
