Kortney Garrison Your enthusiasm is contagious! Here’s a few lines from my first abecedarian poetic attempt in-progress. . .

Just as the holy snail

Kneels to paint silver

Letters on rain-damp stone—

Mossy scriptorium!  We sing

New hymns of beauty and pain.

Our memories are poems, smooth like stones,

Pouring forth from a river, familiar and strange.