as to me, i leave here tomorrow for an unknown destination-ambrose bierce 1913, old writers never die, they just fade away, at least that’s how wikipedia says it happened, but what do we really know? stories replicate stories, screens duplicate screens, people pretend to know, and someone, somewhere, used to know something, bierce disappeared in mexico, that has been proven, but not by screens, rather, letters, paper, parchment, something that was held, not just screen seen, everyone has their secrets, even with all the camera phones, tracking cookies, and incessant internet, we all still get to have a little bit of bierce mystery, we all end up in an unknown destination, eventually.
Tag: Secrets
When I Stopped Blogging
No one reads what
I write anymore.
Used to race to paste
poems on the screen,
look at me, look at me,
my words for all to see.
Now these things just sit
floating above blue
machine made lines.
They hide here for my
delight, in a notebook
with secrets held tight.
Daniel W. Polk 