Postcard Poem – Dream Swallows

My son lent me a vintage typewriter which reminds me of when I learned to type in high school and instead of typing the lessons in the book I wrote long, spontaneous, brooding poems. Then this morning a poet friend lent me a book she just got by poet and photographer Tyler Knott Gregson called “Chasers of the light – poems from the typewriter series”. He types his poems on torn pieces of grocery bags or scraps of paper. I’m inspired. Thus:Solitary Sparrow postcard This is Metaphor poem

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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