Word

Geof Huth, East Caroga Lake, New York (photo by NF Huth)I am always mistyping some word by replacing it with the word word. The word might be work or wood or worm or would, maybe sometimes worn but my ear hears my mind say something else and tells my fingers to type what they expect from me, a word. It is a bad habit, one invisible to me, often, when I'm writing, and, even later, when I'm proofreading. The other week, I had to read a poem aloud three times before I saw that wood had become wo...