Poems and poetry as experiential art experiments, created by a dedicated core, sparking consciousness river, word slurry. A weekly harvest of poems and creative thought from a creative collective cadre. This week: Start the epic of earth with a poem of your mud name.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Freedom feeder. Brusque, beautiful, ambitious Jay Woman.
Pushing myself brusquely out of nite wrappings into jeans. Out to Sweetmilk's feeder & Nature's dark art.