writing to know, knowing thru being, being for writing... this is me, writing about the one thing i know, which is myself... and even that is sometimes a mystery...

Saturday, July 23, 2005


pit pat pit pat pitp at pi tap it pa tip
swish wish ish is i swing wing ing in n swoosh woosh woo oo shhh
thack wack tack whack hac hack ack ac
plshh woooo
tch tck tmnnn treee
wreee splank plank lank ank an k

how to capture the sounds of a saturday stroll in the park,
the whistling wind,
the laughter of children,
the charming of birds,
in words?


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