Monday, April 9, 2007
38/365 steve kowit
unruly curls, twinkling eyes, tilts his head when he's listening hard. he's a breathing, passionate invitation to poetry...resists ivory-towered dogma--insists upon the meat of the heart & the terrain of being alive. he's how i named myself a poet.
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Thanks Dawna. Hugs & love, Steve
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