Daily Archives: November 9, 2013

…. It’s been days since her feet have felt anything but waves and storm-tossed salt. Her fault, perhaps, for leaving those last hourglass sands. Her hands long for un -reflected sky, land’s final spill, unsway. Lulled loose, still lost, she … Continue reading →

….. I hung it in my pocket for a rainy day, but I think I shall let you keep this one for yourself – all those smooth teeth are sharp and I keep cutting my fingers. The other time you … Continue reading →

…….. Mama says don’t cross that street and don’t look the man on the corner in the eye but I like his big boots. His eyes look tired and I wonder who took his smile. Mama says don’t cross that … Continue reading →