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)
Thursday, August 17, 2017
mmdccxxiii
…the heartbeat is strange disaster, it is an owl, lost in a naked uninhabited forest.
—from “Wolfman”
by John Thompson
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To pretend things do not become rabbit is a misreading of a saint.
