Memories as collage, impressions, fiction, commentary.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
sounds-1978
on the lip of excavated basement listening to the dirt clods, the rocks, fall out of time smack- thud- crumble into the cold clay rectangle behind careful steps....
having drug myself to the brink of my natal remembrance, imagine a sign from the other, the blinking email signification. Some tones that tell me to find this blog....and versify.
Barb Kane from the ancient SW empire now buried under a dungheap of dried color
having drug myself to the brink of my natal remembrance, imagine a sign from the other, the blinking email signification. Some tones that tell me to find this blog....and versify.
ReplyDeleteBarb Kane
from the ancient SW empire
now buried under a dungheap of dried color