MUSINGS OF A MUTED MAN
poetry / stories / essays / forum
For so little i´m aware, i’m still a writer passing quietly
behind the smoky glass and mirrors, along the foggy fringes
of what´s always, and willingly, just outside of reach.
- exerpt from"just outside" © 2008
who am i?
a father, writer, teacher, dreamer, somebody to someone, nobody to most; sharing some scribblings i hope mean something to someone other than me.
...because it's not always enough to paint a pretty picture with words.
...because saying thinking feeling something meaningful matters.