A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| His Handwriting Not on tablets or in charcoal, but with ink on paper, unleashed I thought his attention to detail through patchiness. In the way his letters curved faithful to high loops on top of the lines like hands clapping and the deep dark ink -a symbol of strength- could be hooking for someone to hold, but then, I got the whole thing wrong, not noticing the distribution of empty spaces or the flair of smudges and streaks. Maybe because I am a speed reader, and I never could read in between the lines. |