November 06, 2003
The flocks are forming to the north,
flying in the face
of a hungry hunter’s moon.
This is a moment on the verge
of a burst of bold wind
carving color from the mountain,
a glint of dark wing
shredding the edges
of yesterday’s clouds.
I sit between the seasons,
astride the fine line of morning,
waiting for shadows
and willing the wind.
copyright Elaine Frankonis 1983
I’m on my way back.
I have a new computer. A new resolve.
Ahem. Ahem. I’m clearing my metaphorical throat. Preparing to speak. Voice, according to Rage Boy.
...people do not lose their voices; they lose the desire or the courage or the will or the ability to use their voices to tell their stories.
Coming soon: As Above, So Below -- The Crone’s Take on a Unified Theory of Everything
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Welcome Back Elaine! on 07 Nov 2003
Yep, she's on her way back at Kalilily Time. I for one am very glad to see you coming back Elaine. We missed you. And yes, this spring, lunch somewhere in between. Absolutely!...
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dzwonki polifoniczne on 14 Jun 2004
Hmmmmm interesting !!!