Poem: Not Much, But It’s Mine

I had a typewriter and a box of tapes and that was enough to get me started. Every night, in my room, after school, after sport, I’d write what I could.

Not much has changed. I’ve blazed through formats – to CDs, and records, streaming, back to CDs and records, and so many computers. I still miss

that old typewriter, though its function isn’t part of the …