Being there doesn't mean I'm present. I exist only in words. I want to be transmuted fully to white page and ink. — David Joseph Cribbin, Father Crow and Other Poems
Being there doesn't mean I'm present. I exist only in words. I want to be transmuted fully to white page and ink. — David Joseph Cribbin, Father Crow and Other Poems
Being there doesn't mean I'm present. I exist only in words. I want to be transmuted fully to white page and ink. — David Joseph Cribbin, Father Crow and Other Poems
Being there doesn't mean I'm present. I exist only in words. I want to be transmuted fully to white page and ink. — David Joseph Cribbin, Father Crow and Other Poems
Being there doesn't mean I'm present. I exist only in words. I want to be transmuted fully to white page and ink. — David Joseph Cribbin, Father Crow and Other Poems
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Being there doesn't mean I'm present. I exist only in words. I want to be transmuted fully to white page and ink.

— David Joseph Cribbin, Father Crow and Other Poems
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