The Paper Moon

Send us Fan MailPaper MoonThere’s a paper moon hangingin the last of leaves and crowds, the falling whispers of November trees, the moonlight, blurred, soft and remembered the passing days of time, and memories. For of yesteryears unspoken, above the shadowed rooftops, the standing satellite dishes, the question marks and telegraph lines, the paper moon, watches above,listens, passing stars across the heavens,hidden answersin constellations, and encrypted season signs.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]