I have newly become fascinated with the online phenomenon of blogging or weblogging, sortof an online diary of sorts. I named my blog The Edge because it is a book title I hope to write some day of short stories dealing with things from the edges of reality. Here's a fun little poem I wrote about edges:

Dragon's Song
1/31/99

By the shore of a lake,
at the base of a cliff
that fell from the edge of trees,
on the side of a field,
at the outskirts of town,
heard right at the break of dawn--
came singing that was wild,
and music that was free,
and a song not of this world.
The town's people, they slept,
and the animals stirred,
but all of the children danced
by the shore of a lake,
at the base of a cliff
that fell from the edge of trees.