Our Dreams Choose Us
After I began studying with poets at the University of Washington in the early 80ās, I had a closet in my bedroom under my houseās eaves converted into a writing nook with a skylight. Sitting there at night, I could see the stars and sometimes the moon. During the day, sunshine and Seattleās famous clouds, … Continue reading →
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