Just a poem…

A little look at an hour in the life of an email addict…

A poem by me, Timothy Lu.

Poem about waiting and wanting.

Two people from different countries accidently meet online through a guessed e-mail address.

If you would like to see how the story unfolds or help the story unfold go to my author page Kelly Renée on chainbooks.

This is an email to my father. It’s unedited and was sent to him a few days ago. I decided to post it on here because I thought that someone might be able to learn something from it, as to what they may learn, I have no idea. There are a few swear words (oh no!), but most were not written by myself, and I feel if I edited them out it would cheapen it.

In the world that needs everything in super-fast pace, emails are ideal for communicating and transferring information.

Saying it means saying it. But the way you did it gave me doubts.

A short story.

It had been going on for years and he had been the witness for five years, the time spent in that government hospital.