We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
the last syllable you ever said to me still echoes in my throat
Just when you said you have no time for poetry, it’s POEMORAMA! Check out my sonnet about choosing, “What Remains” or my meditation on leaving home, “Always Searching” — both spawned in the wonderful Medium publication & community, Paper Poetry.
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We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
