There are a lot of people here. They sort of skitter about, busy with life. Talking; plugged into cell phones or ipods. Little blue screens lighting their faces while they click with their thumbs.
The white star journal is a weblog where I air out some of my poetry and fiction. Most everything posted is/are [a] work/s in progress, safeguarded in part by the minimal amount of readership it garners and in part by the phenomenon of seeing something I've written posted, published, and/or made slightly more concrete via the act of blogging.
For a blog of a different color check out my other blog.