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.
Friday, May 04, 2007
i walk in circles with myself knowing that for all of spring's blossoms that may birth fruit where butterflies or bees stopped to bless them there are moons that must wax and wane before the harvest time
