Friday, September 2, 2011


Barbara Moore

"You will not find me volunteering to be shot into space in an effort to find some unmarked planet - a place to begin again. There are untapped possibilites here -- stones still left unturned. My bones, creaking with curiosity, clamor with commitment to the unearthing of poems - stories waiting in the darkness to be written into light..."

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