Heard at canyon’s edge
before I open my mouth;
echo of my cry.
6/5/10
Heard at canyon’s edge
before I open my mouth;
echo of my cry.
6/5/10
This blog is for my very short pieces. Nearly everything here began life as single tweets. Here I’ll post the accumulated poetry, very short prose, and possibly slightly longer things inspired by them, perhaps with the odd image. Some twitterings get gathered together into series or sequences and posted them to ... Continue reading →
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