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Steve Tomasko


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Just try, says the man.
Write something.

Take a step, says
this friend of mine.
Did Byrd quaver at exploring
that vast blank page?

Write,
says my friend

who sent me a journal.
Try every day.

Write something
even if it’s just,

April, 3rd:
Gone.


© 2010 by Steve Tomasko.
Used with the author's permission.

 

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Steve Tomasko doesn’t fish as much, walk in the woods enough, or write as often as he should. When not at his day job, he does a little freelance nature observing and occasionally turns that into words. Once in a while people even pay him for it. He and his poet wife, Jeanie, whose poetry also graces these pages, live in Wisconsin.
 


Post New Comment:
Leslie Holt:
Love it, Steve. Very fitting for me today. Thank you.
Posted 03/03/2011 07:54 AM


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