CAAAAW
CAAAAW.
LARGE clear pearl
puddles,
sticks
to eyelash,
spills
in moonlight
down
my
face.
I knew it would come
at dusk I heard a black bird.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
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I'll be posting poems, plays and books being developed here as well as sharing the process of workshopping the play-- DROWNING IN THE SAME SEA: 13 Conversations in the Hereafter with Emily Dickinson and Saint Francis.
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