initiation

Whose fatuous musings riddle these unreal pages? (I hope we will do quite well together, a big fish and a small one in a babbling aquarium on the second floor of a rural post office here in the heartland. ) An adventure in public writing, with a shrieking parrot in the soundscape, this blog is launched with an inspiration of walking, writing and syllabic composition at Dreamtime Village, West Lima Wisconsin. Or was that syllabic competition? Elva, Ezra, Ervin and Ephraim are the names of the Amish guys on the farm next door, a festival of "Old Testament" E-nomenclothing.
By the time the words are formulated they're old hat. Whom can i count on to read me?
Go, little blog, envoid into it, make your mark on the formless ether of ideas.