If you desparately need to contact me. Try smoke signals. I am usually out of contact any way. If all else fails, try face book. You could use this form, may work
So you couldn't find me there. You may find me below.
Bag of MemoriesThe preparation for the journey was to be long,
Welcome to My Parlour Said the Spider to the FlyWelcome to my parlour said the spider to the fly; more aptly "Welcome to my poetry said the writer to the reader. For it as much the case for the fly as it is for the reader. If you were able to flick through the pages then maybe you wouldn't become the spiders next meal, but untangle yourself to fly away.
Title to SongOh I do recall my first, real, memory,
For An English RoseAs our garden looks through the window,