The drawers don’t
clothes.
—Robert Glück
But there are a few shelves?
The ones that haven’t fallen
from the wall. Like I could
possibly one-up any of this
stuff. These lines vs. mine,
filled with drawer-less rooms
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)