Stephen Bleile

The blank page is sunny day on my face. 
I like putting ideas on there to sunbathe in its warmth.
It’s possibility.

I like watching it transform to something.
Anything. 
But not just anything,
Something that communicates
And communifies us together

The more muddled the page
The more lumledd the page
The more dumeled the page
The less space there is

And so I start again on a blank page
On a different sunny beach