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)
Monday, January 07, 2008
dcxii
And then there was the line that made it all worthwhile.
Night’s pallor. His numbing (and I did not say humbling) failure.
He piled all of the words onto the sofa and went to bed.
