At age 14 as a freshman a most critical event occurred. I was introduced to stream of consciousness as a way of writing...and what I had been doing all my writing life was supremely impacted. A day does not go by that I do not write...some thing of prose, poetry, correspondance and commentary. I am what? druid? woman? mother? lover? a drop in the ocean? all of the above. All rights reserved. Copyright 2005 Deborah Drake.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
excerpt of a letter to a friend
(Am I?)
Too much alike
Too much of a good thing
Too good to be true
Not at all.
Not at all.
Not at all.
Speaking of you. Speaking of me. No matter. Same thing.
One coin. two sides. What's on the edge between them. That's the gap I wish to explore.
(I Am? I Am. Yes, definitely I Am.)
The invisible postscript: Directions to this heart--Pick any star and gaze on till morning