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, December 07, 2020
mmmxci
mother was a flyswatter
i love to go where the washes last only 25 scents and the various bugs in the air go on holiday thrice a year.
there are so many of them.
in my dream[s] i ready my aim (there are so many of them). i need to be an eager swatter like my mother.
