Now the Veiled Moon – a typewriter postcard poem

do I pray?

(Typo: your guess, is it meant to be “love” or “low”?)

the postcard:ocean goddess card

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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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One Response to Now the Veiled Moon – a typewriter postcard poem

  1. John Looker says:

    I do like your typewriter poems. They work visually, as of course you intend. Sometimes the ‘errors’ and ‘corrections’ are witty; sometimes puzzling. Very often the design is attractive (as here) as supports the poem.

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