over two decades in the making.
a timeshifting autobiographical poetry collage w/photography.
a diaristic, nearly "daily writing" (ad)venture.
new pieces are posted most days..
**new and in progress** --
recordings of each poem are being added.
these are read by the author & posted to each poem's page.
--Del Ray Cross (contact delraycross at gmail)
Friday, February 13, 2015
mmcccxxi
I see myself sabotaging my self as if for ever away.
Long hold these truths: none sane nor sweller. I, gays,
a bunch of fell- ers, arose, sag, mid-heap. A sage rose,
clearly no bone, us. A glob of pods, I seize and seize.
