Paper Voyages
With cradle-hands I’ve hemmed-in worlds And fingertipped the pages And often I’ve been borne aloft In wind-filled sails of phrases …
Category: .Expectant
for birds in a time of plague
how can i write about the plague when syrup-seeking silver-eyes flit for aphids, rich in honey-dew should i mention the …
Run-On Sentence
The black bowl of heaven looming over us was freckled with ten thousand stars, which, despite the marvelof their brilliancecrossing the universefor …
Crossing the Rubicon
gnarled knees of bark moan softly through the voice of autumn’s breeze tremored silhouettes hold silence mimicking rippled frequencies tugging …