not marble nor the gilded monuments of princes shall outlive this powerful rhymes, but you shall shine more bright in these contents than unswept stones besmeared with slutish time when wasteful wars shall statues overturn and broils root out the work of masonry m m m nor mars his sword, nor the quick fire shall burn the living record of your memory .against death and all oblivious enmity you shall praith forth yyou live in this and in lovers eyes. you praise shall still find room even in the eyes of all posterity so before the doors open you live here glory and inspire you to write this story this all poem means .....this is for leo

pages worn and torn but i read you.....  your cover is battered and hard but i read you pages blankets, pages with spaces , pages unseen 

you tell a story you paint a scene, 

in between the lines, in your mind 

there is knowledge of time 

an understanding of all the little things sublime which enchant you to write this story 

with or without a shame your life is an allegory without a shame and as the pages keep on turning i hope to find my name if not for a chapter, maybe for half a phrase 

a new hint of my being,

a new illusion , 

 so that someday when someone reads you, they will know what this poem means

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams, the blue Mediterranean, where he lay, lulled by the coil 

of his crystalline streams.  Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, 

And saw in sleep old palaces and towers 

Quivering within the waves intenser day,  All overgrown with azure moss and flowers, 

So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!                             P.B.S.

Hello TypewritterIt's been a long time since I had too press so hard to get thewords out

There is no white out 

Memory: Mrs. ______ was a very strict typing teacher.

All that was expected for girls was to be secretaries

Anyway, I missed the time when she taught numbers, so to this day

I have to look. when I type numbers. What are you filling your time with?

Finding a different pace as I strike. The dance of Fingertips  jodyoberfelder.com 

An angel once told me the only way to walk through fire is become fire, but what do angels know about being burned?

what do they know of being lost?

angels aren't expected to be normal.

and what if you can't see the fire you're in, the fire that becomes you?

i hear that we're killing the trees, that the birds are dying.

maybe angels know about being burned

and that is what scares me

My grandma only knows a few words in EnglishI think her favorite one is cream cheese 

because she offers it to me to have with everything I eat before the sun

goes down with pizza and with eggs

with watermelon and with milk

and with toast I've already put cream cheese on so sometimes I think she might not know exactly what cream cheese means

but sometimes 

I think she might know exactly what cream cheese

really means more than me

more than anyone

he thinks i like shots of tequila but that is just a projectionthe words arent all popping up when i type but i guess they will show up 

on the computer here is the thing i am not what you think i am as much as you were not 

what i thought you were

anyway i am more of a wine or gin person

i drank tequila because its what i drank when i first felt you start

to love me so i thought i would 

try to control as many variables as i could

keep as much consistent since everything else is changing 

and we live in acity full of women who are prettier and smarter or  just exciting to you in a way that i am not capable of being all

the time which is more of a comment on society than it is on me 

i am cool you are cool we are going to be okay regardless

someone consistent in my life is watching me type this

so i am going to  put you out of my heafd 

you take up too much space as it is

the city feels good while i type this

bye