Before eating that apple. Before thinking much that I didn't have much to say, or that I'd say it all wrong anyway, be poor of hammer and nail - no skill at all, be too big, too small, or maybe just plain telling lies. You know that practiced internal dialog, that stealthy routine. Why I like that picture of me you see. Less stealth, more obvious. Why I some like this website too.

A place welcome to stumbling words and poor poetry.

Poems born of another first relationship years earlier, and I'd learned granting some expression, as far as pen and paper go. First one friend, then another, yet honestly, I chose as a parent their child's first playmates, with care. Now to make honor these words their second care - set free to bloom and wither as wind wills. Paste them upon the wall where any may see, some care, and some few welcome.

Their release, you see, my offering and purpose here.

Fallow or worth the weave, that will be for you to make, or not, and I can have no say about that either. Although I do care - anyway.

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Poems and images within this website are copyright © Neil Reid unless otherwise noted. Really all this means here is I'll be nice to you, you be nice to me. Simple enough? Of course with credit given you are welcome to use this material in your own non-commercial avenues. Letting me know would be nice too, but not a necessity.