Friends,
Many of you who attended the "Living, Loving Locally" salon I facilitated to help ground the information that Michael Beckwith shared with us asked if I would post the poem of mine which I read, so here it is:
My Father's Wings
by Max Rivers (c) 2009
Black leather, oiled to a rusty shine, three-quarters of an inch thick and laced tight to my body like a corset. Ancient armor. Scarred from wars fought and lost before my time.
My only…
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Posted on September 28, 2009 at 1:24pm
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