A poem.

Keyboard.

Like the piano, white and black keys that play in harmony.

A glimpse into the life of an internet marketer.

About my social life.

Request for a poem about an exhaused writer. It’s about sleepy writers.

A poem I half wrote yesterday, when my keyboard got wet and left me unable to type the letters "B", "C", "L", "M", "N", and "X". It was finished when I got another keyboard. No more drinks by the computer.

The kitties are shut out of the study at night. When the door between the living room and study is opened, this is what happens.

Describing my first piano.

A long time ago, me and my brother Ian here, we were typing down on a long and lonesome keyboard…