I am publishing poems that I began writing at age 10. I have toted around journals for over three decades in which I neatly copied the poems that I had scribbled onto any loose paper in my reach. It’s miraculous that I still have these precious keepsakes; I’ve lived a place or two. To read this complete story visit: Vulnerable, Savage, Gritty, Dangerous. That’s Why. I’ve labeled this juvenile rhymey-timey collection, “The Works of Erin Galloway.” You can find the start of this bunny trail here.
And for more of my thoughts on birds, have a look at: Birds Aren’t Real.
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