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.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
come, spring, come
Robins and starlings in flight and in song confirm and insist Spring arrive!
Commence, this moment burst forth and unfold young leaves Reveal your deep green
I am done with chill bones in need of warmth rebel I stay in bed too long
