Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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-oh, writing process- on Metaphor
in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
There is leeway, always. Until the final moment.
ReplyDeleteThis really echoed for me Brenda. Thanks,
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Oh {{{Stray}}}
ReplyDelete"I'm tired of the precarious edges"
ReplyDeleteoh yes, oh my.
be safe. crazy, crazy days (but not bad) be back very soon.
I'll miss you, narrator... be safe, & do be back very soon.
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