The soap opera journal of a poet who has set up household on the edge of Leona Canyon in Oakland, California where she creates meaning for herself from the vortex.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
CellPhone Poem 16: More Breaking Up burned sage smudge sticks in the house drank vodka & pomegranate juice spliced my heart saw it beating there was no getting past you this number will always have static
1 comment:
that was interesting...
how is Oakland these days - have not been there for 18 years (Iowa - other side of the universe!
peace
e
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