I don't expect anyone to ever read this blog. I plan to use it as a combination diary/essay/autobiography. This is my space. Let's see what comes of it.
Trickle drops! my blue veins leaving!/
O drops of me! trickle, slow drops,/
Candid from me falling, drip, bleeding drops,/
From wounds made to free you whence you were prison'd,/
From my face, from my forehead and lips,/
From my breast, from within where I was conceal'd, press forth red drops, confession drops,/
Stain every page, stain every song I sing, every word I say, bloody drops . . . ~~Walt Whitman
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