I posted a new excerpt at my poetry blog, anna sadhorse. I realize calling it an excerpt is pretty vague. Excerpt from what? At this point, it's nothing more than a page torn from the little black notebook I always carry. I hesitate to call it a poem. Maybe it's a bit from the autobiography I plan to write someday.
Language itself is a barrier.
06/08/2012
Another torn page
I posted a new excerpt at my poetry blog, anna sadhorse. I realize calling it an excerpt is pretty vague. Excerpt from what? At this point, it's nothing more than a page torn from the little black notebook I always carry. I hesitate to call it a poem. Maybe it's a bit from the autobiography I plan to write someday.
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That was truly good. "Turn back and the hall becomes a maze."
But then, (as if) you were talking to me, right? I'm still thinking about it.
As if? Or was I? But who is talking and to whom?
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