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 10, 2009
Tanka
Spring tries to come while Dry white rain blankets the trees and leaves black ice
And still the robins return And hummingbird with green breast
