A story in many unequal parts, some missing – 14

Born in one town and raised in four others
before I was ten, I feel like the earth, unable
to say where I started. Was it night first…

Read the whole poem here. This story and all its unequal parts are on the new blog, along with some readings, so it will be a lot easier to catch up on previous episodes, if you haven’t read them already. Do follow that blog/subscribe via email for updates. And if you’d like to be a guest reader or link your art, drop me a note! Or if you too are writing your story on your blog, let’s create a unique blogroll of poetic memoirs.

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