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)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
dcclxi
The forest was too drunk.
Avoid therapists (all sorts). Hard to erase. Comes into focus slowly, just having roasted. Her eye star voices her bagel.
It’s January 2 and the salad line goes out the door. Further cliche that I’m in it.
