Spoken incense: poetry like the heady, purifying rush of sageWelcome!I love poetry read aloud. The vibration of spoken word to ear, making its way to heart, is a transfusion of collective soul straight to the personal. So come hear me read sometime. If it's an open mic, bring something of yours. I'd love to hear it.In the meantime, browse the website. I try to plop a poem into the blog every once in a while. The recorded poems are mostly from my books, so you can see what you might get when you shell out the bucks to buy one. Please do! Oh my lordie lordie, it's springtime! Springtime
Mary Natwick
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