tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post5036880270286133568..comments2023-11-12T14:12:54.120+00:00Comments on the rain in my purse: April into May SarahJanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497062670296130228noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-37421723011243811442015-05-04T20:06:12.611+00:002015-05-04T20:06:12.611+00:00I must have read it and stashed it away in my brai...I must have read it and stashed it away in my brainfile! SarahJanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02497062670296130228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-46624432913457005072015-05-04T20:00:29.524+00:002015-05-04T20:00:29.524+00:00Yes, what a disguise, eh? It was an aha to me, too...Yes, what a disguise, eh? It was an aha to me, too Sarah, I wrote a poem on the beach called mustardseed tree that begins like this:<br /><br />i heard wineglass,<br /><br />when what you told me <br /><br />was wingless . . .Osalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03941810926430403611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-64555447080990541162015-05-04T13:28:15.437+00:002015-05-04T13:28:15.437+00:00Love it. I had, alas, wings in my wineglass...Love it. I had, alas, wings in my wineglass...Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06559881249054540947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-34110460158684484612015-05-03T20:17:57.945+00:002015-05-03T20:17:57.945+00:00Yes, a found poem from April. Yes, a found poem from April. SarahJanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02497062670296130228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-11044463218233473902015-05-03T20:05:44.661+00:002015-05-03T20:05:44.661+00:00Ohhh, I like the erasure poem. Is it yours?
Ohhh, I like the erasure poem. Is it yours? <br /><br />drewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06509808686782374652noreply@blogger.com