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.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
haikus for the dulcimer
Off center, golden stonework crawls up the walls ivy vines made of shale
108 strings to tune a devotional practice tuning in for God
A few missed notes part of the beauty that is true live music played
