Released, set free, I sit in the late afternoon sun, seeming to look outward, but the journey turns within. There it is: everything I need to know to escape the limits of consciousness. A writer’s reward is the richness of remembrances. The gift of memory is what I travel on.
Rosanne Ehrlich has been writing poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction ever since she was accused of plagiarism in the seventh grade.
I knew Rosanne in 7th grade and she never had a need to plagerize. She was always bright and talented.
I love that poem and beautiful, succinct writing and mood it creates