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)
Saturday, April 24, 2021
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Allure
I was 14. The hair has just grown so much. It does not smell great. The cab smells (in fact) like sanitized leather. While I generally refrain from wear- ing a fragrance, my
wife says that I smell
manly. As soon as the ballet ends the smell begins. Night falls in Paris.