tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post443095249603881166..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: what does W.B. Yeats have to do with me?Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-72589471898081327422013-06-11T07:58:04.567-07:002013-06-11T07:58:04.567-07:00So glad to find the link to this post from your su...So glad to find the link to this post from your surfing piece today. "...writing, the labor of it..." the endless and thrilling search for each precise word and how it belongs with its neighbors. xoMarylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-27026350054585412112008-07-17T15:17:00.000-07:002008-07-17T15:17:00.000-07:00OK, so I AM a dumb ass....look at how I spelled du...OK, so I AM a dumb ass....look at how I spelled dumb ass wrong! Priceless.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15985522830610197074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-27119570188213971472008-07-17T15:16:00.000-07:002008-07-17T15:16:00.000-07:00do you love how I am commenting all over your blog...do you love how I am commenting all over your blog?<BR/><BR/>I feel like such a dumbn ass...the last poetry I read had something to do with "I would not, could not, in a boat"Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15985522830610197074noreply@blogger.com