(c) 2010 Jeanne Powell"Learning to Fly"all rights reserved
“He who would learn to fly one day must learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.” –Friedrich Nietzsche
I remember lying on the floor looking at the ceiling and trading my directional notions of down and up.
YOUNG AMELIA: What does it feel like to fly?
When did I learn to fly?
WINGED FANCY – ABOVE THE CLOUDS
My second book of poems, Zephyr, will be published in the fall, 2010. Recently, my editor sent me the cover of the book. The design is gorgeous. Earlier this year, I emailed him a photo
I was born with wings splattered with womb blood.
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