Reading majic's journal

Between posting at litkicks.com and here I can hardly remember what I have posted. This is my best Emily Dickinson impression. It still falls way short but resembles her style in my own way... I hope I didn't already post this!

I asked the wind her name
A reply I've yet to hear
A stillness in her voice
Which holds my interest near

I've walked outside at night
Upon a mountain top
Her voice I cannot hear
A yearning I cannot stop