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, November 28, 2006
I seek the gap again between edges of memories where no words suffice And what to say to Beloveds who also feel you breathe
To say naught is best then all remains understood for Winter gifts us Spring
