A visitation on East 7th Street, by Stephen DiLauro
I opened my eyes and there was a face, a spirit face, hovering inches above my face. It had no body, per se. Just a face and a long tail of spiritual essence that trailed off into nothingness. So, in the late 1970s I became fascinated with the work of the poet Robert Graves. This […]
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