DARK NIGHT OF THE MOTHER

The Poem That Began It All…

My dear poet daughter, I’m here with you on the ground, face in the dirt, notebook turned upside down, starting from the last page, writing backwards to the beginning. Words flying In every direction, like hummingbirds darting in and out of the datura flowers shaking on the branches. I’m here, hanging onto this pen for […]

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