Reaching Out To Touch. Something.

pretty sure

i'd rather

write a letter

than send you a TXT

i use the heft and weight

of the pen

to carve out 

the words i want to say

and there is nothing
 quite like

the smell of old books

or finding things

between the pages

beats the hell

out of Kindle

any day

don't "message me" on

Facebook

it makes the bile

rise in my throat

call me

i miss the warm timbre

of human voices

talking to me


a Digital Camera
cannot
capture and suspend
the images
that i seek to fix
in my memory

 not the way
film
does so
effortlessly

i miss permanence

and i fear
we are losing

the art of conversation
has left us

we are
swept away
on the tide
of our own
selfish
convenience
and
the collective lust
for instant
 gratification