Internet failed and my photo didn’t load.
I will correct this injustice when I retain home.
Here’s hoping my poetry still counts.
Handwrit poem reads:
2… Analog Poem: A handwrit Tanka on my iPad
Each poem struggling
lost within my failed iPhone.
I choose to return
to handwritten pieces-
paperless poetry.
Hey…hand-writing poetry is the BEST SENSATION in the world…I love your handwritten version of this…it sings from the screen.