Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
I love this series of yours. I've been passing a disgarded book on the freeway every day on my way to work:A discarded volumeblown wide by passing exhaustas though toxin breathed birdwith biblical wings of rice paperand aching to fly,it's effort born of scriptacross bloated pages
Thanks, Annie. In fact, I read your entry earlier this morning and enjoyed it. Of course I’ve already carried the scene forward in my head to your eventual rescue, when you bring the book home and nurture it back to health.
If only I could. It is located on the high curve of the freeway where two converge. There is no shoulder to speak of and no way to walk there without a perilous journey of a mile or so. Yes, of course, it would be worth it :)I am ever so curious of it. If I can find a way...
“Local woman rescues book, kindles print revival.”
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