My burning insides only come up one way, by my throat, and only make it hoarse, not horses. ;-)
But then I think you are only writing metaphorically for all the urges and desires that come out in various ways and you're trying to find out which one to follow (ride to the end).
Couldn't help but think of the 63 race horses that succumbed to smoke inhalation and burns in the San Diego fires still roaring. Enjoyed your enigmatic portrayal here. Bravo!
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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lovely graphic
interesting verbiage!
ain't aging a fun time, sigh
never stop writing
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But then I think you are only writing metaphorically for all the urges and desires that come out in various ways and you're trying to find out which one to follow (ride to the end).
Ron